"You appear to keep your eyes open, Maude. Yes; there was a row between
us, and there was a grudge--"
--"Which you mean to pay off?" she said, as impassively as if they
were speaking of the merest trivialities.
"Which I could pay off--gratify, if I liked," he admitted.
"How?" she asked.
He did not reply, but glanced at her sideways and bit at the cigar
which he had stopped to light.
"Shall I tell you, if I were a man and I wanted revenge upon such a man
as Sir Stephen Orme, what I should do, father?" she asked, in a low
voice, and looking straight before her as if she were meditating.
"You can if you like. What would you do?" he replied, with a touch of
sarcastic amusement.
She looked round her and over her shoulder. The windows near them were
closed, Stafford with his cigarette was too far off to overhear them.
"If I were a man, rich and powerful as you are, and I owed another a
grudge, I would not rest night or day until I had got him into my
power. Whether I meant to exact my revenge or not, I would wait and
work, and scheme and plot until I had him at my mercy so that I could
say, 'See now you got the better of me once, you played me false once,
but it is my turn now.
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