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'Oh, did he? Well, I'm sure I'm much obliged to him. Then I need not
repeat it.'
'Do you mean to say that you intend to send to the _Argus_ for
publication what I have told you in confidence?'
'Certainly. As I said before, that is what I am here for. Besides, there
was no "in confidence" about it.'
'And yet you pretend to be a truthful, honest, honourable woman?'
'I don't _pretend_ it; I am.'
'How much truth, then, is there in your story that you are a
millionaire's daughter about to visit your father in Paris, and accompany
him from there to the Riviera?'
Miss Brewster laughed brightly.
'Oh, I don't call fibs, which a person has to tell in the way of
business, untruths.'
'Then probably you do not think your estimable colleague, Mr. J.K.
Rivers, behaved dishonourably in Ottawa?'
'Well, hardly. I think Rivers was not justified in what he did because he
was unsuccessful, that is all. I'll bet a dollar if I had got hold of
these papers they would have gone through to New York; but, then, J.K.
Rivers is only a stupid man, and most men _are_ stupid'--with a sly
glance at Wentworth.
'I am willing to admit that, Miss Brewster, if you mean me. There never
was a more stupid man than I have been.'
'My dear Mr. Wentworth, it will do you ever so much good if you come to
a realization of that fact. The truth is, you take yourself much too
seriously. Now, it won't hurt you a bit to have what I am going to send
published in the _Argus_, and it will help me a great deal.
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