This is the only way of making money, that I can see." "You are so set on making money ?" said Olga, looking at him in surprise.
"Savagely set on it!" "You have really come to see that as the end of life ?" Olga asked, regarding him curiously.
"The end?
Oh, dear no! The means of life, only the means!" Olga was about to put another question, but she met her mother's eye, and kept silence.

All were silent for a space, and meditative.
They went out to walk together.

Looking over the wide prospect from the top of the Downs, the soft English landscape, homely, peaceful, Otway talked of Russia.

It was a country, he said, which interested him more the more he knew of it.

He hoped to know it very well, and perhaps--here he grew dreamy--to impart his knowledge to others.