“Perhaps; but I’ll ask you, Frank, not to dishonour me, or this little home you were once good enough to give to me, by mentioning that woman’s name within its doors again.”
The sensitive mouth closed with an emphasis he could not mistake.
“But I am the bearer from her to-day of a token of her regard. She has determined to turn over to you as quickly as possible a half-million dollars of her remaining fortune.”
Ruth sprang to her feet, her face scarlet, her breast heaving, her lithe figure erect and trembling.
“And you dare bring this message to me? This offer to sell my husband and my love!”
“Come, come, Ruth, a woman has no need to sacrifice a great fortune in New York for a husband. They are cheaper than that.”
“They do seem cheap,” she answered, bitterly.
“You should have common sense. The spirit of sacrifice in this great gift to you and the children is too deep and honest to be met with a sneer. It is my desire and hers that you shall be forever beyond want.”
Ruth’s face softened and a tender smile lit it once more.
“Frank, my darling, you cannot think me so base? You know there is not a drop of mean blood in me. Can gold pay for my heart’s desire? The price for my beloved? Pile the earth with diamonds to the stars, I’d hold it trash for the touch of your hand!”