The Face of Rosenfeld — page 102: what you’re looking at

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—_ THE FACE OF ROSENFEL, 99 Tf you marry Mrs. Forsythe for her money you will regret it all the days of your life.” Lamar turned upon him almost angrily: ‘‘ Who told you that, Maxey?” _ The artist replied a little stiffly: ““Nobody. I inferred it from what you said. You do not love her. Don’t marry her.” “¢ Love her? No. But what is more to the point I esteem and respect her. That is enough. Maxey, this is not an agreeable subject tome. Don’t let us refer to it again. My mother has set her heart on this match, and even if I were convinced of its unadvisability I could not honorably retreat now. If there was a time when I had a little romantic feeling for Mrs. Forsythe, and if time and a better acquaintance with her have enabled me to overcome it, why, that is my own affair. If I was weak enough or foolish enough to take a hasty, impul- sive step in an all-important matter, a step which I have since had reason to regret, that is my affair, too. If I have said to you that which I have told and shall tell to no other person upon earth, it is because I know you too well to believe that you would betray my confidence. Julian, you will not mention that I have said this much to you to a living soul—not even to ie He stopped and averted his glance and went on again. «¢ Not even to your nearest and dearest friend. Now, let us change the subject.” Maxey looked at his friend regretfully. Lamar coughed and drummed on the piano. ‘‘ Well,” said the physician, at length, ‘‘ you were saying that you had your suspicions. Whom do you suspect?” ‘*T suspect that man Dye. Isn’t it somewhat remark- 200 S "com J ae} ~ ates eh } yer re) (ele) _ Rises Wet a> i ?< mane ee