I wasn't--so drunk to-night that--I couldn't see." His face twisted in a hideous, malicious grin.

"You--love--that artist fellow.
Your--interest in his art is--all rot.

It's _him_ you want--and you--you have been thinking--you'd get him--with my money--the same as I got you.
But you won't.

You've--lost him already.

I'm glad--you love him--damn glad--because--I know that after--what he's seen of me--even if he didn't love--that mountain--girl, he wouldn't wipe--his feet on you.