My money has been reviving the glories of the Grangers.

You can see, they've been regilding the gate." I looked almost involuntarily at the tall iron gates through which she had passed into my view.

It was true enough--some of the scroll work was radiant with new gold.
"Well," I said, "I will give you credit for not wishing to--to prey upon my aunt.

But still ..." I was trying to make the thing out.

It struck me that she was an American of the kind that subsidizes households like that of Etchingham Manor.