Our only hope was you, our own boy.
And now you only come to--to go again." "But SHE has money; SHE'S doing well, and SHE shall give it to me," he went on, angrily.

"She can't bully me with her business airs and morality.

Who else has got a right to share, if it is not her own brother ?" Alas for the fatuousness of human malevolence! Had the unhappy couple related only the simple facts they knew about the new guest of Burnt Ridge Ranch, and the manner of his introduction, they might have spared what followed.
But the old woman broke into a vindictive cry: "Who else, Steve--who else?
Why, the slut has brought a MAN here--a sneaking, deceitful, underhanded, crazy lover!" "Oh, has she ?" said the young man, fiercely, yet secretly pleased at this promising evidence of his sister's human weakness.

"Where is she?
I'll go to her.

She's in her room, I suppose," and before they could restrain him, he had thrown off their impeding embraces and darted across the hall.
The two old people stared doubtfully at each other.