The younger man was offered a partnership on condition that he would make a specialty of certain branches of the firm's varied practice; but the offer had its disadvantages.

It was not in the line political at all, but in one with vexatious business demands and requisites; yet it was accepted in a moment.

And within the next week all the wicked, nervous night-life was abandoned, all the friendships formed there put upon probation, all the soiled sentiment made a thing to be ended surely and forgotten, if possible.
There were some wrenches to it all.

Camille learns to love sometimes, and Oakhurst, the gambler, does not want to part with one who has stood a friend in an emergency.

But Camille knows that, for her, few flowers are even annual, and Oakhurst is practical and a fatalist.
From that day, all his life, Grant Harlson kept away from close touch with this ever-existing group who live from day to day because they have been branded and do not care.