The Bank is bound to pursue it to the bitter end.

It is apparently a part of its policy." "What Bank ?" "The Bank of Scotland." "Why, that's my uncle's Bank! I mean, he is the Chairman of the Board of Directors, and the Bank is the apple of his eye; or one of them, I mean--I'm the other." "Oh, both, I fancy," said Dunn, rather pleased with his own courage.
"But come, this is serious," said Miss Brodie.

"The Bank, you know, or you don't know, is my uncle's weak spot." Mr.Rae's words flashed across Dunn's mind: "We ought to have found his weak spots." "He says," continued Miss Brodie with a smile--"you know he's an old dear!--I divide his heart with the Bank, that I have the left lobe.
Isn't that the bigger one?
So the Bank and I are his weak spots; unless it is his Wiltshires--he is devoted to Wiltshires." "Wiltshires ?" "Pigs.

There are times when I feel myself distinctly second to them.

Are you sure my uncle knows all about Cameron ?" "Well, Mr.Rae and Captain Cameron--that's young Cameron's father--went out to his place--" "Ah, that was a mistake," said Miss Brodie.