I hate to think of such things, Mr Montague.' 'It would be a magnificent chance for him.' 'To marry a girl, the daughter of vulgar people, just because she will have a great deal of money?
He can't care for her really,--because she is rich.' 'But he wants money so dreadfully! It seems to me that there is no other condition of things under which Felix can face the world, but by being the husband of an heiress.' 'What a dreadful thing to say!' 'But isn't it true?
He has beggared himself.' 'Oh, Mr Montague.' 'And he will beggar you and your mother.' 'I don't care about myself.' 'Others do though.' As he said this he did not look at her, but spoke through his teeth, as if he were angry both with himself and her.
'I did not think you would have spoken so harshly of Felix.' 'I don't speak harshly of him, Miss Carbury.

I haven't said that it was his own fault.

He seems to be one of those who have been born to spend money; and as this girl will have plenty of money to spend, I think it would be a good thing if he were to marry her.

If Felix had L20,000 a year, everybody would think him the finest fellow in the world.' In saying this, however, Mr Paul Montague showed himself unfit to gauge the opinion of the world.

Whether Sir Felix be rich or poor, the world, evil-hearted as it is, will never think him a fine fellow.
Lady Carbury had been seated for nearly half an hour in uncomplaining solitude under a bust, when she was delighted by the appearance of Mr Ferdinand Alf.