George Allan England

“ The professor's suave manner had all departed. His short, soft-bodied person seemed swollen like a toad with venom and malice, and his red mustache fairly bristled. “I don't believe you! It's a damned lie—a lie, to cheat me out of my just dues, and feather your own nest”
“It's the truth, Brackett!” she desperately insisted. “He told me the whole story—told Disney, too. He showed us all the statements and accounts—everything. He's worse off even than he realizes himself, and—”
“As if I'd believe any such bunk! But never mind—there's enough for me, anyhow! How about the will? ”

“ He believes in me. He believes in Disney—and Disney thinks he's her real grandfather, too. You can't shake that belief. I may have been weak and foolish, in the past, but that's all over now. I'm not going to play any game that 'll ever bring you a penny of his property!”
The professor leaped up, caught her swiftly by the wrist, and dragged her to her feet with cruel force. ”

“ So much more honest for her not to get what she's not entitled to, even if she thinks she is! And then, too, if she doesn't have big expectations, she—I—that is—”
“So that's the way pussy's leaping, eh?” The eye of Lomax became quizzical. He stopped his paper cutting. “Without the big expectations, she might partly depend on you? ”