"I swear it!" she gasped.
"You've got to prove it; I'm going to put you to the test."
"Any test!" she broke in quickly.
"I warn you," he went on, with increasing seriousness, "the test will be a real one. You and I, Nan, could never be happy with the shadow of Bivens's fortune over us."
"But, its shadow can't be over us! It's going to be yours. He has given it to me—his death is only a question of a year or two—and I'm going to give it all to you."
The strong jaws closed with sudden energy.
"There's not a dollar of his millions that isn't smirched. I'd sooner wear the rags of a leper than soil my hands with it."
"Then I'll have to hold it in trust for you," she laughed.
"There's where the test comes—you can't do it. If you love me you will have to give up these millions."
"Jim, you're not serious?"