But the advantage isn't stolen.
How came we here?
Is it merely the cost of the railway ticket that transports me from my rasher in a London lodging to reindeer's tongue and so on in the breakfast-room at Rivenoak?
I fancy not." He paused.

Was it wise to hint before Constance that he had lived rather poorly?
He hoped, and believed, that she knew nothing definite as to his circumstances.
"Why, no," she assented, with a smile.

"I, for example, have perhaps some part in it." Dyce gazed at her, surprised at this frankness.
"You certainly have.

And it reminds me that I may seem very ungrateful; I have hardly said 'thank you.' Shake hands, and believe that I am _not_ ungrateful." She hesitated.

Not till the hand had been extended to her for an appreciable moment, did she give her own.