He certainly had no longer the look of a prosperous and contented man.
"Chetwode," he said slowly, after a long pause, "I am not sure that I did you a kindness when I asked you to come to my house the other night." "I thought so, at any rate, sir," Arnold replied.

"It has been a great pleasure to me to make Mrs.Weatherley's acquaintance." "I am glad that my wife has been kind to you," Mr.Weatherley continued, "but I hope you will not misunderstand me, Chetwode, when I say that I am not sure that such kindness is for your good.

Mrs.
Weatherley's antecedents are romantic, and she has many friends whose position in life is curiously different from my own, and whose ideas and methods of life are not such as I should like a son of my own to adopt.

The Count Sabatini, for instance," Mr.Weatherley went on, "is a nobleman who has had, I believe, a brilliant career, in some respects, but who a great many people would tell you is a man without principles or morals, as we understand them down here.

He is just the sort of man to attract youth because he is brave, and I believe him to be incapable of a really despicable action.