Lassiter's subtle forecasting of disaster, Venters's forced optimism, neither remained in mind.
Material loss weighed nothing in the balance with other losses she was sustaining.

She wondered dully at her sitting there, hands folded listlessly, with a kind of numb deadness to the passing of time and the passing of her riches.

She thought of Venters's friendship.

She had not lost that, but she had lost him.

Lassiter's friendship--that was more than love--it would endure, but soon he, too, would be gone.