Of course money has its part, for everything has; and whoever has money is bound to use it as best he knows; but his best is generally an attempt to do saint-work by devil-proxy.
"I can't think where on earth-you got such a sackful of extravagant notions!" Mr.Redmain added.
"I told you before, sir, I had a father who set me thinking!" answered Mary.
"I wish I had had a father like yours," he rejoined.
"There are not many such to be had." "I fear mine wasn't just what he ought to be, though he can't have been such a rascal as his son: he hadn't time; he had his money to make." "He had the temptation to make it, and you have the temptation to spend it: which is the more dangerous, I don't know.

Each has led to many crimes." "Oh, as to crimes--I don't know about that! It depends on what you call crimes." "It doesn't matter whether men call a deed a crime or a fault; the thing is how God regards it, for that is the only truth about it.

What the world thinks, goes for nothing, because it is never right.

It would be worse in me to do some things the world counts perfectly honorable, than it would be for this man to commit a burglary, or that a murder.

I mean my guilt might be greater in committing a respectable sin, than theirs in committing a disreputable one." Had Mary known anything of science, she might have said that, in morals as in chemistry, the qualitative analysis is easy, but the quantitative another affair.
The latter part of this conversation, Sepia listening heard, and misunderstood utterly.
All the rest of the day Mary was with Mr.Redmain, mostly by his bedside, sitting in silent watchfulness when he was unable to talk with her.