those doors, exclaimed at him. "Here's a
pretty how d'ye do. Mr. Dunwoodie says I am Mrs. Paliser."

"That afternoon, when you sent your love to my cat, I could have told
you that. In fact I did."

From Jones' air and manner you would have said that he was willing and
able to bite a ten-penny nail.

Cassy did not notice. "It appears, too, that I am entitled to some of
his wretched money."

"It is unfortunate I did not know that also."

"I believe you did. But I sha'n't take it."

Jones drew a chair. Hatefully he looked her up and down.

"You are quite right. Sixty years ago there was but one millionaire in
the country. The plutocrat had not appeared in the street, he had not
even appeared in the dictionary. The breed was unknown. To-day there are
herds of such creatures. I was reading the statistics recently and they
depressed me beyond words. It is always depressing to know how much
money other people have. You are quite right not to suffer poor devils
to be depressed by you."

Mrs. Yallum! thought Cassy, who said as much; "I don't know what you are
talking about."

"You are very intelligent. I am talking small change."

Cassy gave a shrug. "Mr. Dunwoodie said I would have enough to live on.
I can do as well as that myself, thank you."

"No doubt," Jones snarled. "I am even sure you could do worse. It is
extraordinary how much one can accomplish in refusing a dollar or two
that might save another man's life. To hell with everybody! That is the
noble attitude. I admire your spirit. A handful of bank-notes are crying
at you: 'I'm yours, take me, give me to the wounded, to the starving!'
Not a bit of it. The Viscountess of Casa-Evora is too proud. That's
superb."

Cassy turned on him. "See here, young man----"

"Don't you young man me," Jones irritably cut in. "In the rotunda out
there, Dunwoodie gave me a foretaste of your swank and I can tell you I
relished it. You won't look at a penny of this money because, if you
did, you would be benefiting by an act committed by your father, who, as
sure as you live, was impelled by the powers invisible to rid the earth
of Paliser and to rid it of him for no other reason than that this money
might serve a world in flames. Refused by you it will only revert to an
old rounder who never did a good deed in his life; whereas, instead, it
could call down blessings on your father's grave. But no, perish the
thought! All that is leather and prunella to a young woman who reg