I didn't marry your father." "No; but you married--only incidentally, of course--my father's fortune.
That necklace of yours was purchased with his money; and I can almost fancy stains of blood." "Stop, Sidney.

I don't like this sort of romancing.

It's all nonsense.
DO be nice to me." "There are stains of sweat on it, I know." "You nasty wretch!" "I am thinking, not of you, my dainty one, but of the unfortunate people who slave that we may live idly.

Let me explain to you why we are so rich.

My father was a shrewd, energetic, and ambitious Manchester man, who understood an exchange of any sort as a transaction by which one man should lose and the other gain.