The idea was an inspiration to her. Her whole soul was
bound up in Horace Graham; I think she would willingly have
laid down her life for him, and have thought little of the
offering; a sort of _furore_ of gratitude and devotion possessed
her, and here at length was an opportunity for doing something
for him--something he did not know how to do for himself, great
and wise though he was, and this idea added not a little zest
to the plan, in Madelon's opinion, one may be sure. Ah, yes,
she knew what to do, she would go to the gambling-tables, as
she had seen her father and his associates go scores of times;
she would win money for him, she would make his fortune!
So Madelon schemed as she walked along by Graham's side,
whilst he, for his part, had already forgotten her little
speech, if indeed he had ever heard it.
So it is often--a few careless words between two people,
quickly spoken, soon forgotten, by at least one of them--and
yet, perhaps, destined to alter the course of two lives.
Before they had reached the hotel Madelon had arranged not
only the outline, but the details of her scheme.
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