To be hounded out of life because he had mistaken paper money for real was not only unfair, it was grotesque.
Gradually, however, Hugh forgot his smouldering hate of Lady Newhaven, his sense of injustice and anger against fate; he forgot everything in his love for Rachel.

It became the only reality of his life.
He had remained in London throughout October and November, cancelling all his engagements because she was there.

What her work was he vaguely apprehended: that she was spending herself and part of her colossal fortune in the East End, but he took no interest in it.

He was incapable of taking more interests into his life at this time.

He passed many quiet evenings with her in the house in Park Lane, which she had lately bought.