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"Very much as if she wished me amid the ruins of Persepolis, where I

certainly shall be before I inflict anything more upon her.

Cornelia, do not ask or expect me to come here again, for I will

not; of course, it is quite as palpable to you as to me that I am no

favorite with your parents, and something still less with your

cousin. Consequently, you need not expect to see me here again."

"Do not say so, Beulah; you must, you shall come, and I will see

that no one dares interfere with my wishes. As for Antoinette, she

is simply a vain idiot; you might just as well be told the truth,

for doubtless you will see it for yourself. She is my mother's

niece, an only child, and possessed of considerable wealth. I

suppose it is rather natural that my parents should fondle the idea

of her being Eugene's wife. They do not see how utterly unsuited

they are. Eugene will, of course, inherit the fortune which I once

imagined I should have the pleasure of squandering. My father and

mother dread lest Eugene should return to his 'boyish fancy' (as you

are pleased to term it), and look on you with jealous eyes. Oh,

Mammon is the God of this generation. But, Beulah, you must not

allow all this miserable maneuvering to keep you from me. If you do,

I will very soon succeed in making this home of mine very unpleasant

for Antoinette Dupres. When I am dead she can wheedle my family as

successfully as they choose to permit; but while I do live she shall

forbear. Poor, contemptible human nature! Verily, I rejoice

sometimes when I remember that I shall not be burdened with any of

it long." An angry spot burned on each pallid cheek, and the

beautiful mouth curled scornfully.

"Do not excite yourself so unnecessarily, Cornelia. What you may or

may not think of your relatives is no concern of mine. You have a

carriage always at your command, and when you desire to see a real

friend, you can visit me. Let this suffice for this subject. Suppose

we have a game of chess or backgammon? What do you say?"

She wheeled a light table toward the hearth; but the invalid

motioned it away, and answered moodily: "I am in no humor for games. Sit down and tell me about your leaving

Dr. Hartwell's protection."

"I have nothing to tell."

"He is a singular being?"

Receiving no answer, she added impatiently: "Don't you think so?"