I am clearing off the whole of the mortgages upon the Dominey estates within the next few months." "How you spend your time is your affair, not mine," the doctor muttered.
"All I say about the matter is that your wife's cure, if ever it comes to pass, is in your hands.

And now--come over to me here, in the light of this window.

I want to look at you." Dominey obeyed with a little shrug of the shoulders.

There was no sunshine, but the white north light was in its way searching.

It showed the sprinkling of grey in his ruddy-brown hair, the suspicion of it in his closely trimmed moustache, but it could find no weak spot in his steady eyes, in the tan of his hard, manly complexion, or even in the set of his somewhat arrogant lips.