He's as poor
as Job and half a million will look like the Bank of England to him.
I'll--"
"You are not to attempt anything of the kind, Will," she cried
emphatically. "He would laugh in your face, poor as he is. He comes
from one of the best families in New York and--"
"And I don't know where the best families need money any more than
they do in New York," he interrupted irritably. "'Gad, if the worst
families need it as badly as they do, what must be the needs of the
best? You leave it to me. It may be possible to insult him with a
half million, so if he feels that way about it I'll apologise to him
again with another half million. You'll see that he won't be capable
of resenting two insults in succession. He'll--"
"He isn't a fool," said she significantly.
"He'd be a fool if he refused to take--"
"Are you losing your senses, Will?" she cried impatiently. "Why
should he accept a million to give up Maud, when he can be sure of
fifty times that much if he marries her?"
"But I'll cut Maud off with a dollar if she marries him, so help me
Moses!" exclaimed Mr.
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