You come here offering my husband's honour and your banking account.

I could not possibly accept these things from a person to whom I can make no return.

If you will let me know the exact amount of my husband's defalcation, I will try and pay it." "You cannot believe," he exclaimed almost angrily, "that I came here to take your money ?" "Did you come here believing that I was going to take yours ?" she asked.
Peter Phipps, who knew men through and through and had also a profound acquaintance with women of a certain class, was face to face for once with a type of which he knew little.

The woman who could refuse his millions, offered in such a manner, for him could have no real existence.
Somewhere or other he must have blundered, he told himself.

Or perhaps she was clever; she was leading him on to more definite things?
"I came here, Lady Dredlinton," he said, "prepared to offer, if you would accept it, everything I possess in the world in return for a little kindness." Phipps had not heard the knock at the door, though he saw the change in Josephine's face.