She held and held, until the little wretches gave way and returned to a sense of decency." "Perhaps they _are_ made of iron.

Her people are in trade, you say?
It is iron, or buttons, or what ?" "I don't know, I'm sure, but at all events she is an heiress to quite a tremendous extent.

Two hundred thousand pounds, the Warburtons told me afterwards; even allowing for exaggeration, still, she must be worth a good deal, and poor dear Maurice, what is _he_ worth ?" "Is it another riddle ?" asks Mrs.Bethune.
"No, no, indeed! The answer is plain to all the world.

The Warburtons didn't know these people, these Boltons (so silly of them, with a third son still unmarried), but when I heard of her money I made inquiries.

It appeared that she lived with her uncle.
Her father had died early, when she was quite young.