. . . Only of course there she was--a novelty. It is
perfectly easy to understand. She flattered him. . . . Men are
such fools."
"Still--it's no good saying that now."
"But she'll spend all your money, Poff! She'll break your back with
debts. What's to prevent her? With him living on her! For that's
what it comes to practically."
"Well, what am I to do?"
"You aren't going back without tying her up, Poff? You ought to
stop every farthing of her money--every farthing. It's your duty."
"I can't do things like that."
"But have you no Shame? To let that sort of thing go on!"
"If I don't feel the Shame of it-- And I don't."
"And that money--. I got you that money, Poff! It was my money."
Benham stared at her perplexed. "What am I to do?" he asked.
"Cut her off, you silly boy! Tie her up! Pay her through a
solicitor. Say that if she sees him ONCE again--"
He reflected. "No," he said at last.
"Poff!" she cried, "every time I see you, you are more and more like
your father. You're going off--just as he did.
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