When he made you my trustee, he said that you were too big to bear him malice." The blood crept into George's face.
"After the first shock had passed, and I could reason calmly, I don't think I blamed either of you.

You had promised me nothing; Dick was a brilliant man, with a charm everybody felt.

By comparison, I was merely a plodder." Sylvia mused for a few moments.
"George," she said presently, "I sometimes think you're a little too diffident.

You plodders who go straight on, stopping for nothing, generally gain your object in the end." His heart beat faster.

It looked as if she meant this for a hint.
"I can't thank you properly," she continued; "though I know that all you undertake will be thoroughly carried out.