It struck me she's just about got to have it, and after all she could
hardly have anything less."
"This comes pretty heavily upon me, you know," said old Frank. "I got
her into that headlight company, and she fooled me about her resources
as much as she did your Uncle George. I was never your father's
adviser, if you remember, and when the insurance was turned over to
her some other lawyer arranged it--probably your father's. But it
comes pretty heavily on me, and I feel a certain responsibility."
"Not at all. I'm taking the responsibility."
And George smiled with one corner of his mouth. "She's not your aunt,
you know, sir."
"Well, I'm unable to see, even if she's yours, that a young man is
morally called upon to give up a career at the law to provide his aunt
with a favourable opportunity to play bridge whist!"
"No," George agreed. "But I haven't begun my 'career at the law' so
it can't be said I'm making any considerable sacrifice. I'll tell you
how it is, sir." He flushed, and, looking out of the streaked and
smoky window beside which he was sitting, spoke with difficulty.
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