"Suppose he made a will giving it all to you, Del," he said, affecting the manner of impartial, disinterested argument, "what would _you_ do ?" "Share with you, of course," she answered, hurt that he should raise the question at a time when raising it seemed an accusation of her, or at least a doubt of her.
He laughed satirically.

"That's what you think now," said he.

"But, when the time came, you'd be married to Ross Whitney, and he'd show you how just father's judgment of me was, how wicked it would be to break his last solemn wish and will, and how unfit I was to take care of money.

And you'd see it; and the will would stand.

Oh, you'd see it! I know human nature.