It was what he needed much to know.
But because his handsome, haughty mother had lived in high-bred,
self-congratulatory ignorance of what she believed did not concern
her, and because he has for a sister, who's a step-sister, a silly,
snobby person, he is not justified in withholding from me what he
naturally withheld from them. One can be a human being as well as a
lady. It's this that is difficult to make him understand.
For a half-moment longer I looked at him, then away. Apparently he
had not heard what I said.
"I should not trouble you. I have no right, but I don't know what to
do. I've so long come to you--" He turned to me uncertainly.
"What is it?" I got up from the footstool and took my seat in the
corner of the sofa. "Why shouldn't you come to me?"
"You have enough on you now." He bit his lip. "It's about
Harrie--the boy must be crazy. For the past few weeks he has kept me
close to hell. I never imagined the time would come when I would
thank God my father was dead. It's come now."
"What is it, Selwyn? There is nothing you cannot tell me.
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