"I am waiting for your answer, and I intend to have it."
Her large, sad eyes were brimming with precious memories, as she lifted them steadily to meet his, and answered:
"My grandfather was noble and good, and he was all I had in this world."
"And you can not forgive a man who happened to be rude to him?"
"If you please, Mr. Murray, I would rather go now. I have given you your book, and that is all I came for."
"Which means that you are afraid of me, and want to get out of my sight?"
She did not deny it, but her face flushed painfully.
"Edna Earl, you are at least honest and truthful, and those are rare traits at the present day. I thank you for preserving and returning my Dante. Did you read any of it?"
"Yes, sir, all of it. Good-night, sir."
"Wait a moment. When did Aaron Hunt die?"