It might be necessary--it certainly would be--to make further incision into his capital, and so diminish the annual return upon which he could count for the future; but when his income had already become ludicrously inadequate, what did that matter?
The years of independence were past; somehow or other, he must make money.

Everybody did it nowadays, and an 'opening' would of course present itself, something would of course 'turn up'.
He stretched his limbs in a sudden vast relief.
'Bravo! The idea is excellent.

Shall we sell all this stuff ?' waving a hand to indicate the furniture.
'Oh, I think not.

Warehouse it.' Hugh would have rejoiced to turn every chair and table into hard cash, not only for the money's sake, but for the sense of freedom that would follow; but he agreed, as always, to whatever his wife preferred.

They talked with unwonted animation.