"They were always very cold to me." "My dear child, they would have loved you if you had had two hundred thousand pounds," George replied.

"That is the way in which they have been brought up.

Ours is a ready-money society.

We live among bankers and City big-wigs, and be hanged to them, and every man, as he talks to you, is jingling his guineas in his pocket.

There is that jackass Fred Bullock is going to marry Maria--there's Goldmore, the East India Director, there's Dipley, in the tallow trade--OUR trade," George said, with an uneasy laugh and a blush.