That is why I did not care to tell you my trouble.

Why should you--so rich, so happy, so beautiful--why should you interest yourself in the fate of people like us?
My brother is a genius, not a lord." "I wish," cried the girl, impatiently, "that you would not be always talking to me about my riches.

I cannot help them.

You make me wretched.
It is not because I am rich that I hesitate--how absurd you are, Adelaide!--but because your brother is a stranger to me, and I have no right to interfere in his life." "Is that all?
I fancied you considered him so far beneath you.

Genius is Godlike, but it is not money.