To be talked of, to be admired, was the strongest incentive known to him.
Of Lady Ogram he thought with positive affection; to the end of his life he would revere her memory.

Constance Bride he esteemed as a loyal friend; never would he fail in gratitude to her; she should have his confidence, and he would often seek her counsel; a good, able girl of the best modern type.

Last of all there came into his mind the visage of a small, impulsive woman, with freckled oval face, and hair the colour of an autumn elm-leaf, Iris Woolstan; to her, too, how much he was beholden.

Good, foolish, fidgetty Iris Woolstan! Never again could he be impatient with her.

Of course he must pay back her money as soon as possible.