Yet these were the people with money, and to them rather than to others was given the management of the world.

Put among them some one more vital, who cared for life or for beauty, and what an agony, what a waste would they inflict on him if he tried to share with them and not to scourge! "There's Hirst," he concluded, coming to the figure of his friend; with his usual little frown of concentration upon his forehead he was peeling the skin off a banana.

"And he's as ugly as sin." For the ugliness of St.John Hirst, and the limitations that went with it, he made the rest in some way responsible.

It was their fault that he had to live alone.
Then he came to Helen, attracted to her by the sound of her laugh.

She was laughing at Miss Allan.