Oakhurst (advancing slowly). I'll take it, Harry.

York (extending his hand). It's a square game, Jack!

Oakhurst (seizing his hand with repressed emotion). It's a square
game, Harry York, if I live.

York. Then I'll travel. Good-night, old boy. I'll send my clerk
around in the morning to put things right. Good-night (going).

Oakhurst (grasping YORK'S hand). One moment--no--nothing! Good-
night. [Exit YORK.

OAKHURST follows him to door, and then returns to desk, throwing
himself in chair, and burying his face in his hands.

Oakhurst (with deep feeling). It needed but this to fill the
measure of my degradation. I have borne the suspicions of the old
man's enemies, the half-pitying, half-contemptuous sympathy of his
friends, even his own cold, heartless, fanatical fulfilment of his
sense of duty; but THIS--this confidence from one who had most
reason to scorn me, this trust from one who knew me as I WAS,--this
is the hardest burden. And he, too, in time will know me to be an
impostor. He too--a reformed man; but he has honorably retraced
his steps, and won the position I hold by a trick, an imposture.
And what is all my labor beside his honest sincerity? I have
fought against the chances that might discover my deception,
against the enemies who would overthrow me, against the fate that
put me here; and I have been successful--yes, a successful