Besides, don't you see, Arthur gives me _carte blanche_ as to pay for my services, and, though I shall do right, it is not in human nature that I should not feather my nest when I have a chance.

Some of that money ought to have been mine.

I shall sell out at once if I can find a purchaser, and if I cannot, I shall rent the grocery and move out of this hole double quick.' His ideas were growing faster than those of his wife, who was attached to Langley and its people, and shrank a little from the grander opening before her.

She had once spent a few days at Tracy Park, as Arthur's guest, and had felt great restraint even in the presence of Mrs.
Crawford and Amy, whom she recognized as ladies notwithstanding their position in the house.

On that occasion she had, with her brother-in-law, been invited to dine at Brier Hill, the country-seat of Mrs.Grace Atherton, a gay widow, whose dash and style had completely overawed the plain, matter-of-fact Dolly, who did not know what half the dishes were, or what she was expected to do.