You know I'm bound to win; so you'll try to influence Del and mother against me, and get the credit for taking high ground, and at the same time get the benefit of the breaking of the will.

When the will's broken, mother'll have her third; you think you can stir up a quarrel between her and me, and she'll leave all of her third to Del and you." Arthur had started up threateningly.

There showed at his eyes and mouth the ugliest of those alien passions which his associations had thrust into him, and which had been master ever since the reading of the will.
The signs were all for storm; but Dory sat impassive.

He looked steadily at Arthur until Arthur could no longer withstand, but had to drop his eyes.

Then he said: "I want you to think over what you have just said to me, Artie--especially your calculations on the death of your mother." Arthur dropped back into his chair.
"Honestly, Artie, honestly," Dory went on, with the friendliest earnestness, "isn't there something wrong about anything that causes the man you are by nature to think and feel and talk that way, when his father is not a week dead ?" Arthur forced a sneer, but without looking at Dory.
"Do you remember the day of the funeral ?" Dory went on.