He half mutters to himself, as he addresses the chair in which Grace Plumer has been sitting, "Are you or I going to pay for this feast, Madame?
Somebody has got to do it.

Young woman, Moultrie was right, and you are wrong.

She _did_ become Princess of Este.

I'll pay now, and you'll pay by-and-by.

Yes, my dear Grace, you'll pay by-and-by." He says these last words very slowly, with his teeth set, the head a little crouched between the shoulders, and a stealthy, sullen, ugly glare in the eyes.
"I've got to pay now, and you shall pay by-and-by.