And for money, can I not always come to you whenever I want it?
You supply me endlessly for my poor people.

And, as Captain Bruce was saying to papa the other night, you are a perfect mine of gold--and of generosity." "Helen," Lord Cairnforth said, after he had sat thinking a while, "I wanted to consult you about Captain Bruce.

How do you like him?
That is, do you still continue to like him, for I know you did at first ?" "And I do still.

I feel so very sorry for him." "Only, my dear"-- Lord Cairnforth sometimes called her "my dear," and spoke to her with a tender, superior wisdom--"one's link to one's friends ought to be a little stronger than being sorry for them; one ought to respect them.

One must respect them before one can trust them very much--with one's property, for instance." "Do you mean," said straightforward Helen, "that you have any thoughts of making Captain Bruce your heir ?" "No, certainly not; but I have grave doubts whether I ought not to remember him in my will, only I wished to see his health re-established first, since, had he continued as delicate as when he came, he might not even have outlived me." "How calmly you talk of all this," said Helen, with a little shiver.
She, full of life and health, could hardly realize the feeling of one who stood always on the brink of another world, and looking to that world only for real health--real life.
"I think of it calmly, and therefore speak calmly.