It is money that I want.

I want money because money means success." "And afterwards ?" she whispered.
He was attending to her no longer.

They were turning now into the broad thoroughfare at the bottom of the lane, at the end of which a tram-car was waiting.

He scribbled a few, final notes into his pocket-book.
"To-morrow," he exclaimed, with the joy of battle in his tone, "to-morrow the fight begins in earnest!" Beatrice passed her hand through his arm.
"Not only for you, dear friend, but for me," she said.

"For you?
What do you mean ?" he asked quickly.
"I have been trying to tell you all day," she continued, "but you have been too engrossed.