The rich pigment in the blood mantled her cheeks and in her eyes there was still a bit of captive sunshine.

He knew now that what had been only a possibility was an assured fact.

Never before had he cursed his father's friends, but he did so now, silently and earnestly; for their pilfering fingers and their plausible lies had robbed his father's son of a fine inheritance.
Money.

Never had he desired it so keenly.

A few weeks ago it had meant the wherewithal to pay his club-dues and to support a decent table when he traveled.