"Pooh. I see no such thing. And must is a word you have no right to use to me. Keep your mouth shut, and all will go well."
"What is your object in coming here?"
"Plain enough, I should think," he answered with a sneer.
"You are deceiving that silly girl, and intend to marry her, simply for her money?"
"Exactly. Who needs money more than I?"
"And how long will it take you to squander it?"
"Depends upon how much there is," he returned with a sardonic laugh.
"And your luck at the gaming table, I presume," she said bitterly. "You are acting most dishonorably toward the girl. She would not look at you if she knew—"
"That I am an American born citizen, eh? Well, am I any the worse for that?"
"Not for that—not in my esteem; but you know, you know that is not all, nor the worst by a great deal!" she cried in a tone of suppressed agony. "And you ask me to stand by and see you deceive this girl to her ruin, never stretching out a finger for her help! I cannot do it. I will not! Go! go! you must! you must never show your face here again!"