"I don't want to hear it!"
"That's because you know you've done a great wrong."
"I accept the responsibility. It's done, and that's the end of it."
"Nothing ends until it ends right, Guardie," spoke the soft, even voice.
"I know it's hard on you, dear," the Colonel responded, with feeling. "It was for your sake I made the issue. If he has turned from you for a loud-mouthed vulgar agitator, he's not worth a thought. Forget that he lives. I'm going to leave my fortune to you."
"I don't want it at the price, Guardie," she replied, slipping her arm around his neck and resting her head on his shoulder. "I couldn't be happy with such a fortune. What you've done hurts me more than it hurts Norman."
"Yes, yes. I know that you love him, child, but your happiness could not be found among a crowd of criminals and revolutionists."
"I'm not thinking of myself," was the low response as she withdrew from his arms, "I was thinking of you."
"Of me?"
"Yes. You've broken my idol. To me you were the one perfect man in the world. I didn't know you. I didn't know that you were hard and cold and cruel and selfish and proud."