"Somehow or other, from her manner of talking and general appearance, I do not think that either Mr.Dowling or I doubted her financial position." "I should never have thought you so credulous a person," remarked Beatrice, with a smile.
Tavernake was genuinely disturbed.

His business instincts were aroused.
"Do you really mean that this Mrs.Wenham Gardner is not a person of substance ?" he inquired.
Beatrice shrugged her shoulders.
"She is the wife of a man who had the reputation of being very wealthy," she replied.

"She has no money of her own, I am sure." "She still lives with her husband, I suppose ?" Tavernake asked.
Beatrice closed her eyes.
"I know very little about her," she declared.

"Last time I heard, he had disappeared, gone away, or something of the sort." "And she has no money," Tavernake persisted, "except what she gets from him?
No settlement, even, or anything of that sort ?" "Nothing at all," Beatrice answered.
"This is very bad news," Tavernake remarked, thinking gloomily of his wasted day.

"It will be a great disappointment to Mr.Dowling.Why, her motor-car was magnificent, and she talked as though money were no object at all.