With his cane free once more, he scrambled to his feet—er, foot and prosthetic. Shoes. Scrambled to stand in his shoes. If Fisk pushed him down one more time, he would regret it! Just in case, he grabbed the railing near him. Fisk couldn't very well kick the railing over if he resorted to violence again. And now the man was about to cry?

Barnabas rolled his eyes in disgust. If what he had said was true (he doubted it; Amelia would never fall for someone as ridiculously pompous as Fisk), then he clearly hadn't gotten any further with her than Barnabas himself had. Sure, she'd rejected many of his proposals, including the last, but that hadn't meant that he wasn't going to still marry her. "What makes you so sure about that?" He challenged haughtily. "Apparently you hadn't made her happy enough before you wed her to keep her from dying."