"
Arthur smiled in a sickly way. He felt suddenly as if this man could see
right through him, and all the while he hated him. Seymour Michael meant
"debts"--it was only natural that one of his race should think of money
before all things--Arthur's thoughts were fixed on Dora. And guiltily he
imagined himself to be detected.
"You will be doing no harm to Jem," said the tempter, with his pleasant
laugh. "You are called upon to act the part well for his sake."
"Ye-es, I suppose I am," answered Arthur. "And I must tell no one?"
"Absolutely no one."
Despite his credulous nature, Arthur Agar was singularly suspicious on
this occasion.
"Are these Jem's own instructions?" he asked.
"His own instructions," replied Seymour Michael callously.
Arthur paused in deep reflection. It was evident, he argued to himself,
that Jem could not have cared for Dora, or he would never have left her
in ignorance of the truth. If, therefore, during Jem's absence, he could
win Dora for himself, he could not in any way be accused of wronging his
step-brother.
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