Her direct gaze at length brought him to unwilling silence.
'Would you then,' Adela asked gravely, 'destroy this will ?' 'Yes.' The monosyllable was all he cared to reply.
'I can scarcely believe you.

Such a thing is impossible.

You could not do it.' 'It's my duty to do it.' 'This is unworthy of you.

It is a crime, in law and in conscience.

How can you so deceive yourself?
After such an act as that, whatever you did would be worthless, vain.' 'Why ?' 'Because no one can do great work of the kind you aim at unless he is himself guided by the strictest honour.