I think she would come if you asked her, Paul." "If you want her, I shall ask her, of course; but it may hinder us a little.

I thought you might be able to help us--with the women, you know." There was a queer little smile on Etta's face--a smile, one might have thought, of contempt.
"Yes, of course," she said.

"It is so nice to be able to do good with one's money." Paul looked at her in his slow, grave way, but he said nothing.

He knew that his wife was cleverer and brighter than himself.

He was simple enough to think that this superiority of intellect might be devoted to the good of the peasants of Osterno.
"It is not a bad place," he said--"a very fine castle, one of the finest in Europe.