"Still, I would like to see the letter," she continued.
"I am sorry, my love, but I really believe I tore it up—in fact I am sure I did."
"You shouldn't have done that, since it was addressed to me."
"As your husband, I didn't do so very wrong to open the letter. When I saw what it was I thought best to destroy it—I didn't want you to place any of your money in the hands of such swindlers. If you did that you would never see a dollar of it again."
"Don't you think I am capable of looking out a little bit for myself, James?"
"Not in money matters, Sarah. Such things a woman should leave entirely to her husband."
"I feel I must differ with you. After Mr. Frost died I became the sole executrix of his will, and I do not know that anything has gone wrong."
"Oh, I do not say that." James Talbot paused for a moment. "Speaking of Mr. Frost," he continued. "May I ask, did he leave his estate entirely to you?"
"No, he left me my choice of one-half of all he possessed, the other half to go to Robert, or the use of everything so long as I lived, all to go to Robert after my death, providing he was living at that time."