"I shall most certainly tell nobody. A thing like that had better die as soon as possible. I cannot"—she turned upon her grandmother, a look of passionate interrogation on her face—"I cannot understand you."
Madam Fulton answered humbly, yet with some eagerness, as if Electra might readily be excused from so stiff a task,
"You never would, Electra, not if you lived a hundred years."
Electra was the accuser now, age and kinship quite forgotten.
"Why did you do a thing like that?"
"For fun," said the old lady faintly.
"For fun!" The tree of sin grew and flowered as she thought upon it. "You offered to buy this house with that money, unclean money from the sales of that fraudulent book!"
Madam Fulton turned to Billy Stark with a childlike gesture of real surprise.
"Is it unclean money, Billy?" she asked. "Do you call it that?"
"We mustn't go too far," Billy temporized, with a warning look at Electra.