What are you worrying about?
Why, I've got a hundred ways to square that cheque, and each separate way is a winner." He rose, shook out the creases in his trousers, and adjusted the squat, gold fob which ornamented his protruding waistcoat.
"So you'll fix it, won't you, Leila ?" he said, apparently oblivious that he had expressed himself as able to adjust the matter in one hundred equally edifying and satisfactory manners.
She did not answer.

He lingered a moment at the door, looking back with an ingratiating leer; but she paid him no attention, and he took himself off, confident that her sulkiness could not result in anything unpleasant to anybody except herself.
Nor did it, as far as he could see.

The days brought no noticeable change in his wife's demeanour toward him.

Plank, when he met him, was civil enough, though it did occur to Mortimer that he saw very little of Plank in these days.
"Ungrateful beggar!" he thought bitterly; "he's toadying to Belwether now.

I can't do anything more for him, so I don't interest him." And for a while he wore either a truculent, aggrieved air in Plank's presence, or the meeker demeanour of a martyr, sentimentally misunderstood, but patient under the affliction.
Then there came a time when he needed money.