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 tea and set it down with a gasp, precariously near the edge of the tea-table. Mrs. Peyton rescued the cup, and Darrow, apparently forgetting its existence, rose and began to pace the room. It was always hard for him to sit still when he talked.

&quot;You mean he's so tremendously set on it?&quot; he broke out.

Mrs. Peyton hesitated. &quot;You know him almost as well as I do,&quot; she said. &quot;He's capable of anything where there is a possibility of success; but I'm always afraid of the reaction.&quot;

&quot;Oh, well, Dick's a man,&quot; said Darrow bluntly. &quot;Besides, he's going to succeed.&quot;

&quot;I wish he did n't feel so sure of it. You must n't think I'm afraid for him. He's a man, and I want him to take his chances with other men; but I wish he did n't care so much about what people think.&quot;

&quot;People?&quot;