"
"There is a distinction," admitted the elder man. "Now that you call
my attention to it, I can see that readily. It is a delicate one, but
its consequences are far-reaching. Well, you shall have your way! A
proportion of the legacy shall be offered to Delight, and the secret
regarding it shall be yours to keep or divulge as you see fit. You are
a noble fellow, Bob. I only wish--" He checked the impulsive phrase
that rose to his lips but not before the listener had caught its import.
"Mr. Snelling is a fine man, Mr. Galbraith," broke in Bob instantly,
dreading the words that might follow.
"Oh, I know it--there is no question about that," the capitalist
assented with haste. "Success is written all over his future, and I
know he will be a son-in-law to be proud of. He and Cynthia are
royally happy too, and no doubt know better than I what they want.
After all, none of us can live other people's lives; each must work out
his own."
"You've said it, Mr. Galbraith."
The financier smiled and his eyes twinkled beneath the shaggy brows
that arched them.
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