She is carried away by the thought of all that money--Money! Good God, Mrs.Tresslyn, she has told me a hundred times that she would marry me if I were as poor as the raggedest beggar in the streets.

She loves me, she cannot play this vile trick on me.

Her heart is pure.

You cannot make me believe that she isn't honest and fair and loyal.

I tell you now, once and for all, that I will not stand idly by and see this vile sacrifice made in order to--" "Rawson," interrupted Mrs.Tresslyn, looking beyond him in the direction of the door, "Doctor Thorpe is going.