Her remarks were alive with banter, for Tarboe's humour was a happiness
to her.
"How did I buy your approval?" he questioned alertly.
"By ability to put a bad case in a good light. You had your case, and you
have made a real success. If you keep on you may become a Member of
Parliament some day!"
He laughed. "Your gifts have their own way of stinging. I don't believe I
could be elected to Parliament. I haven't the trick of popularity of that
kind."
Many thoughts flashed through Tarboe's mind. If he married her now, and
the truth was told about the wills and the law gave Carnac his rights,
she might hate him for not having told her when he proposed. So it was
that in his desire for her life as his own, he now determined there
should be no second will. In any case, Carnac had enough to live on
through his mother. Also, he had capacity to support himself. There was a
touch of ruthlessness in Tarboe. No one would ever guess what the second
will contained--no one. The bank would have a letter saying where the
will was to be found, but if it was not there!
He would ask Junia to be his wife now, while she was so friendly. Her
eyes were shining, her face was alive with feeling, and he was aware that
the best chances of his life had come to win her.
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