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though after a little, I think, it was simply for the worth itself of what I had to tell him that he listened to me."
"And what you had to tell him," Davey asked while she kept her eyes on the far horizon, "was then that you take this tender interest in Mr. Fielder?"
"You may make my interest as ridiculous as you like———!"
"Ah my dear thing," Davey pleadingly protested, "don't deprive me, please, of anything nice there is to know!"
"There was something that had happened years ago—a wrong I perhaps had done him, though in perfect good faith. I thought I saw my way to make up for it, and I seem to have succeeded beyond even what I hoped."
"Then what have you to worry about?" said Davey.
"Just my success," she answered simply. "Here he is and I've done it."
"Made his rich uncle want him—who hadn't wanted him before? Is that it?"
"Yes, interfered afresh in his behalf—as I had interfered long ago. When one has interfered one can't help wondering," she gravely explained.
"But dear lady, ever for his benefit of course," Davey extemporised.
"Yes—except for the uncertainty of what is for a person's benefit. It's hard enough to know," said Rosanna, "what's for one's own."
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