Madam Fulton was regarding her, not satirically now, but in an honest wonder.
"Electra," she said, "I glory in you."
"Grandmother!"
"I do. I can't help it. You've gone bad, just as I said you would. And you never were so human in your life. Brava! I'm proud of you."
But Electra lifted her head a little and did not answer. Grandmother, she knew, could hardly understand. It made her isolation the more sacred.
"You give me courage," the old lady was saying. "Why, you put some life into me! I don't know but I've got the strength to fly with Billy, after all."
Electra rose. She could not listen. But at the door she turned, a new thought burning in her.
"Grandmother," she said irrepressibly, "if you would make your will—"
"Bless you, I haven't sixpence," said the old lady gayly, "except the tainted money from the book."
"That's what I mean." Electra came back and stood beside her. She breathed an honest fervor. "That money, grandmother,—it is tainted, as you say,—if you would leave that to the Brotherhood—"