'' He was gazing at her now with an
expression of animation that showed how feverishly alive
he was behind that mask of calmness. ``The day's
work--that's the story of success. Do the day's work
persistently, thoroughly, intelligently. Never mind
about to-morrow. Thinking of it means dreaming or
despairing--both futilities. Just the day's work.''
``I begin to understand,'' she said thoughtfully.
``You are right. I've done nothing. Oh, I've been a
fool--more foolish even than I thought.''
A long silence, then she said, somewhat embarrassed
and in a low voice, though there was no danger of those
in front of them hearing:
``I want you to know that there has been nothing
wrong--between Stanley and me.''
``Do you wish me to put that to your credit or to
your discredit?'' inquired he.
``What do you mean?''
``Why, you've just told me that you haven't given
Stanley anything at all for his money--that you've
cheated him outright. The thing itself is discreditable,
but your tone suggests that you think I'll admire you
for it.
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