Why should he leave you money at
all? And why should he word the will as he did? What wrong did he
ever do you?"
"None," Hazel answered shortly. His tone wounded her, cut her deep, so
eloquent was it of distrust. "The only wrong he has done me lies in
willing me that money as he did."
"But there's an explanation for that," Barrow declared moodily.
"There's a key to the mystery, and if anybody has it you have. What is
it?"
"Jack," Hazel pleaded, "don't take that tone with me. I can't stand
it--I won't. I'm not a little child to be scolded and browbeaten.
This morning when you telephoned you were almost insulting, and it hurt
me dreadfully. You're angry now, and suspicious. You seem to think I
must have done some dreadful thing. I know what you're thinking. The
_Gazette_ hinted at some 'affair' between me and Mr. Bush; that
possibly that was a sort of left-handed reparation for ruining me. If
that didn't make me angry, it would amuse me--it's so absurd. Haven't
you any faith in me at all? I haven't done anything to be ashamed of.
I've got nothing to conceal."
"Don't conceal it, then," Barrow muttered sulkily. "I've got a right
to know whatever there is to know if I'm going to marry you.
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