She was only nineteen.

She had always come in and gone out of Grier's house and office freely and much more since her sister had married Fabian.
A storm gathered between the old man's eyes; his brow knitted.

"Carnac's got brains enough, but he goes monkeying about with pictures and statues till he's worth naught in the business of life." "I don't think you understand him," the girl replied.

"I've been trying to understand him for twenty-five years," the other said malevolently.
"He might have been a big man.

He might have bossed this business when I'm gone.