Urge him on to make money, and buy yourself clothes and carriages and houses.

I have no doubt you can do it! I tell you, Eliza Cameron, such things are not much worth picking up at a gift, let alone selling the nicer part of yourself for them!" The two had suddenly clashed, with word and feeling, the one against the other.
The window of Eliza's room was open, and the prospect from it had that far-off peace that the prospect from high windows is apt to have.

The perfect weather breathed calm over the distant land, over the nearer village; but inside, the full light fell upon the two women aglow with their quarrel.
Sophia, feeling some instinctive link to the vain, ambitious girl before her, struck with words as one strikes in the dark, aiming at a depth and tenderness that she dimly felt to be there.
She believed in, and yet doubted, the strength in the better part of Eliza's heart; believed, but spoke hurriedly, because she felt that a chilly doubt was coming over her as to whether, after all, there was any comprehension, any answering thrill, for the words she said.
Her own stately beauty was at its height, at its loveliest hour, when she spoke.

She had been, in girlhood, what is called a beauty; she had dazzled men's eyes and turned their heads; and when the first bloom was past, she had gone out of the glare, having neither satisfied the world nor been satisfied with it, because of the higher craving that is worldly disability.

She had turned into the common paths of life and looked upon her beauty and her triumph as past.