“You would have gone,” he said bitterly. “You would have gone!”
“Donald! I—”
“Don’t deny it. I know it is true. What did he go to Denver for?”
“To sell his property—to—”
“To sell it out, so that he would be free to go away with you,” he interrupted hotly. “He died raving over your daily letters, and left you every cent he had in the world. Does that look as though you had changed your mind?” He turned from her with an expression of disgust. “What a fool you have made of me!” he cried.
“Donald! Listen to me. You must!”
“No! I’ll do the talking now. Did you know he had made his will in your favor?”
“No!”
“Why did you wire to find out how he was?”