I. A. R. Wylie

“ Her imagination played dangerously with a hundred little incidents of the past when that strength was her pride and her glory. Strength, courage, genius—he had all three—things that she loved, virtues which had drawn her to him at their first meeting, and which now She dared not think. ”

“ He wants you; no one else wants you; no one else wants you. Life is so short.” She tried to argue. “One can't cheat those who trust one. Peter trusts me.”
And again and again came the relentless answer: “What is Peter to you? Peter doesn't care.” ”

“ Ashley, too, no doubt, and no doubt bribed him to silence. You ruined my father, and left him stranded when the crash came. You had got what you wanted. I was cleared out of the way; your son had only to go in and offer his price, and take what he wanted.” For the first time he looked at Enid, and from that moment his eyes did not leave her white, stricken face. “There is your check, Mr. de Warren. Take it. You have got what you want. It isn't necessary to bribe your conscience, and my gratitude is not so easily bought. Good night.” ”