"I told her you wanted me to do so."
"Humph! And she said—"
"Madre supposed that to be meant for an apology."
"Humph!" again. "Well, when she wants me she can send word."
"She is willing to see you now. You cannot expect more," Fulvia retorted with spirit.
"That's your opinion! A chit of a girl like you! But you were brought up among them. However—enough about that. I'm going to have my will made."
"Yes."
"Leaving all I have to you."
Fulvia was silent.
"May be more, may be less, than folks expect. That's neither here nor there. Not much use to expect gratitude in this world," pursued Mr. Carden-Cox, with a moralising air. "If I did—but I don't! Do your duty, and never mind what is said. That's my axiom!" It might be his axiom, but it was not his rule of action, as Fulvia could have told him. "My duty is plain now. If your fortune had come to you intact, you wouldn't have needed my pittance. Ha! Things are different, and I mean to make a difference."