I only ask you to do in Frank's interests what Frank is too weak to do for himself.

It's no fault of yours; it's no fault of mine--but it's not the less true that the fortune you were to have brought him has changed owners." She suddenly looked up, with a furtive light in her eyes, with a threatening smile on her lips.
"It may change owners again," she said.
Mr.Clare saw the alteration in her expression, and heard the tones of her voice.

But the words were spoken low; spoken as if to herself--they failed to reach him across the breadth of the room.

He stopped instantly in his walk and asked what she had said.
"Nothing," she answered, turning her head away toward the window, and looking out mechanically at the falling rain.

"Only my own thoughts." Mr.Clare resumed his walk, and returned to his subject.
"It's your interest," he went on, "as well as Frank's interest, that he should go.