There, in a myriad of offices, lay wealth untold, opportunity as yet untasted to seize that wealth.

Only for an instant she turned and looked at him, then dropped her eyes.

What lay that way?
"You are clear now, respected, respectable," she said simply.
"Yes, thank God.

Clear and with a new ambition, thanks to you." She had been expecting this ever since that last night.

The relief of Murray to feel that the old score that would have ruined him was now wiped off the slate was precisely what she had anticipated.
Yet, somehow, it disappointed her.