"I did care."
"No. You hadn't one kind word—or one kind thought. You and your—your companion were going to new scenes, new hopes; and I might be left to starve."
"Jane, I swear I thought you were all right. I said so, again and again. And now, you're rich—you're really rolling in money; and it is I who may starve. Jane—for auld lang syne—do a bit more for me."
"No;" and she shook her head resolutely.
"Jane! Be like yourself.... I'm not grasping or avaricious. But at least I ought to get as much as the business fetched. Let me have that extra fifteen hundred."
"Well—perhaps. I'll think about it."
"Do it now—hand over now, or they'll only persuade you not to."
"No—but I'll give it you later. I promise. I'll send it to your address in California—as soon as I am sure that you have really arrived there."
"All right. Thanks. Jane—I'll say it once again. I wish you luck. You're a good plucked 'un—I always knew that."