"I?" he laughed. "I am not bitter against him. Only I believe him to
be a man without heart or conscience or principles."
"That is your opinion--really?"
"Really! Decidedly."
"Then I don't agree with you," she answered.
"Why not?"
"Simply that I don't."
"Excellent! But you have reasons as well as convictions?
"Perhaps. Why, for instance, is he so anxious for me to have this
money? That must be a matter of conscience?"
"Not necessarily. An accident might bring his Montreal career to light.
His behaviour towards you would be an excellent defence."
She shook her head.
"He isn't mean enough to think so far ahead for his own advantage.
Villain or paragon, he is on a large scale, your Lord Arranmore."
"He has had the good fortune," Brooks said, with a note of satire in his
tone, "to attract your sympathies."
"Why not? I struck hard enough at him, and he has borne me no ill-will.
He even made friends with Selina and my uncle to induce me to accept his
well, conscience money."
"I need not ask you what the result was," Brooks said. "You declined
it, of course.
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