Some people would call it sane.

I call it just--cowardice! Jack had lost his last chance, you see.

Morgana Royal threw him over." Seaton paced along with a velvet-footed stride like a tiger on a trail.
"Had she led him on ?" "Rather! She leads all men 'on'-- or they think she does.

She led YOU on at one time!" Seaton turned upon him with a quick, savage movement.
"Never! I saw through her from the first! She could never make a fool of ME!" Sam Gwent gave a short cough, expressing incredulity.
"Well! Washington thought you were the favoured 'catch' and envied your luck! Certainly she showed a great preference for you--" "Can't you talk of something else ?" interposed Seaton, impatiently.
Gwent gave him an amused side-glance.
"Why, of course I can!" he responded--"But I thought I'd tell you about Jack--" "I'm sorry!" said Seaton, hastily, conscious that he had been lacking in sympathy--"He was your heir, I believe ?" "Yes,--he might have been, had he kept a bit straighter"-- said Gwent--"But heirs are no good anywhere or anyhow.

They only spend what they inherit and waste the honest work of a life-time.