"
"You tell me what I have always known," he interposed. "I knew Tarboe had
a hold on your heart. I'm not so vain as to think I've always been the
one man for you. I lived long in anxious fear, and--"
"And now you shut the door in my face! Looked at from any standpoint,
it's ugly."
"I want you to have your due," he answered with face paler. "You're a
great woman--the very greatest, and should have a husband born in honest
wedlock."
"I'm the best judge of what I want," she declared almost sharply, yet
there was a smile at her lips. "Why, I suppose if John Grier had left you
his fortune, you'd give it up; you'd say, 'I have no right to it,' and
would give it to my brother-in-law, Fabian."
"I should."
"Yet Fabian had all he deserved from his father. He has all he should
have, and he tried to beat his father in business. Carnac, don't be a
bigger fool than there's any need to be. What is better than that John
Grier's business should be in Tarboe's hands--or in yours? Remember, John
Grier might have left it all to your mother, and, if he had, you'd have
taken it, if she had left it to you. You'd have taken it even if you
meant to give it away afterwards. There are hospitals to build.
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