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"Well, from now on, you're going to play the man. You're going to take
care of yourself. You're going to _have_ to do things."
"What do you mean?" All Roger's flippancy had vanished, and in its place
was an almost comic anxiety.
"Just what I said, Roger lad. I shall support you no longer."
"You mean ... you're going to stop my allowance?" He was aghast at the
possibility, and he made no effort to conceal his feelings. "Surely you
can't be thinking of anything so--so--outrageous?" he demanded.
"But I am!" She tossed her head with a suggestion of defiance, and
smiled. "You've done as you pleased for all your twenty-four years.
Well, you can go on doing as you please--only you'll do it on your own
money."
"But this money--my allowance--it isn't yours, you know," he
expostulated, almost tearfully. "It's merely an idiotic will that gives
you the disposal of it. What right have you got to get on your high
horse and tell me what I must and mustn't do? Answer me that."
"No _right_, Roger," she said sadly. "Half of what we have is yours of
course. But it's not yours till you're thirty--you know that. I couldn't
give it to you now even if I wanted to. I'm not even obliged to give you
an allowance. The two thousand, of course, you'll continue to get. I
can't control that. But beyond...."
"Two thousand! What good will that do me? Do you think I can live on
that?"
"Some people do," she murmured faintly. Judith was not without a certain
quiet irony when she chose to employ it.
"Don't be silly, Judith. You know mighty well I can't get along on that.
Why, good heavens, I can't possibly do it!" His voice rose shrilly as
the enormity of the thought struck him with all its force. But Judith
refused to be troubled.
"Perhaps you'll know more about it after you've tried," she said gently.
Roger jumped to his feet and paced rapidly to and fro for a moment. Then
he faced his sister, and his eyes blazed like those of an angry cat.
"Do you really mean that you're going to play this rotten trick on me?"
he demanded hotly. "Are you going to take advantage of a perfectly
insane will and cheat me out of what's honestly mine? Or are you kidding
me? If you are, I've had about enough of it."
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