"Yes; I think so."
"And your testimony as to the invalidity of the will would be conclusive against all the world."
"I would say in a court what I have told you, if that will do any good."
"It will not be enough. Look here, Kate; you must be steadfast here; everything depends on you. How often have you told me that you will stick to me throughout life? Now you will be tried."
Kate felt that her repugnance towards him,—towards all that he was doing and wished her to do,—was growing stronger within her at every word he spoke. She was becoming gradually aware that he desired from her something which she could not and would not do, and she was aware also that in refusing him she would have to encounter him in all his wrath. She set her teeth firmly together, and clenched her little fist. If a fight was necessary, she would fight with him. As he looked at her closely with his sinister eyes, her love towards him was almost turned to hatred.
"But that was what you meant when you advised him not to make the will because you thought his intellect was impaired!"
"No; not so."
"Stop, Kate, stop. If you will think of it, it was so. What is the meaning of his judgement being weak?"
"I didn't say his judgement was weak."
"But that was what you meant when you advised him not to trust it!"