"It's going to be much harder to wait," said she, "now that you are superintendent and I have bought out Mrs.
Hastings's share of my business." They both laughed, but Lorry said: "It's no joke.

A little too much money has made fools of as wise people as we are--many and many's the time." "Not as wise a person as you are, and as you'll always make me be, or seem to be," replied Estelle.
Lorry pressed his big hand over hers for an instant.

"Now that I've left off real work," said he, "I'll soon be able to take your hand without giving you a rough reminder of the difference between us." He held out his hands, palms upward.

They were certainly not soft and smooth, but they more than made up in look of use and strength what they lacked in smoothness.

She put her small hands one on either side of his, and they both thrilled with the keen pleasure the touch of edge of hand against edge of hand gave them.