some fine big thing one of these days. Think of it! I'm the last of a
race. I'm the end of it. The last of the Colbys! Why, when you think of
it, you see how I can't possibly change, don't you? If I lost that, I'd
lose the best half of myself and my self-respect! You understand, don't
you? Not that I slight the name of Cornish for an instant. But even if
names can be changed, blood can't be changed!"

She turned her head. She met the gleaming eyes of Vance, and then let her
glance probe the fire and shadow of the hearth.

"It's all right, my dear," she said faintly. "Stand up."

"I've hurt you," he said contritely, leaning over her. "I feel--like a
dog. Have I hurt you?"

"Not the least in the world. I only offered it for your happiness, Terry.
And if you don't need it, there's no more to be said!"

He bent and kissed her forehead.

The moment he had disappeared through the tall doorway, Vance, past
control, exploded.

"Of all the damnable exhibitions of pride in a young upstart, this--"

"Hush, hush!" said Elizabeth faintly. "It's the finest thing I've ever
heard Terry say. But it frightens me, Vance. It frightens me to know that
I've formed the character and the pride and the self-respect of that boy
on--a lie! Pray God that he never learns the truth!"