How is it ?" She did not tell him that she could not purchase more dresses, or, rather, would not until Madame Elise was paid.

Her face flushed, and Lord Atherton smiled.
"You need not carry economy too far," he said; "it is very good of you to take so great an interest in me, Marion, but you must not go to these extremes.

You had five hundred pounds yesterday; go and get some pretty, elegant dresses suitable for Lady Atherton." She could not tell him that she had sent that all away, and had not a shilling left.

There were times when Marion, Lady Atherton, heiress of Hanton, mistress of one of the finest fortunes in England, wife of one of the richest men--when she hardly knew where to turn for money; the poorest beggar in the street was more at ease.
In the meantime, Allan Lyster, by his successful trading on a woman's secret, was leading a life of complete and perfect luxury.

He spared no expense; he gambled, betted, played at every game of chance; he was well known at Tattersall's in all the green rooms; he played to perfection the part of a fast man about town, while the woman he had pretended to love was wearing her life away in mortification and suspense.
At last, what she had long foreseen came to pass.