"The old fellow wouldn't leave me a shilling.

Why should he?
Nor would I accept it if he did." Richard's sidelong look at Mrs.Hanway-Harley was full of amusement.

"No, the old rogue hates me, if he would but tell the truth--which he won't--and if it were worth my while and compatible with my self-respect, I've no doubt I'd hate him." This sentiment was delivered with the blase air of weariness worn out, that should belong with him who has seen and heard and known a world's multitude; which manner is everywhere recognized as the very flower of good breeding.
Mrs.Hanway-Harley sat tongue-tied with astonishment.

In the end she recalled herself.

Mrs.Hanway-Harley scented nothing perilous in the situation.