He sat upon a straight, high-backed chair by her side and his face seemed as though it were carved out of stone.
"You have always declined, Andrew, to make very much use of my money," she said.

"Could we not make a bargain now?
I will give you a hundred thousand pounds and settle five million dollars on the holder of the title forever, if you will accept this peerage.

I wouldn't mind a present to the party funds, either, if that helped matters." Tallente shook his head.
"I am sorry for your disappointment," he said, "but nothing would induce me to accept a seat in the Upper House.

I have other plans." "They could be changed." "Impossible!" "You might be forced to change them." "By whom ?" The smile maddened her.

She had meant to be subtle.