"Either there is too little of it, and that's an obstacle; or there is too much of it, and that's an obstacle." "I don't think papa would agree with you about too much money," said Dorothy.
"I'm wondering what he will say if we don't turn up before morning," said Sir Tancred gloomily.
"I suppose he'll say that it was an unfortunate accident." "Yes; but then, I ought to have protected you against unfortunate accidents.

I'm afraid there'll be a lot of gossip." "Well, it wasn't your fault," said Dorothy carelessly.
Sir Tancred grew more and more unhappy.

His watch told him that it was nearly ten o'clock, and there was no sign of the _Petrel_.

Moreover, the sense of their aloofness from the world had taken a firmer hold on him, and it drew him and Dorothy nearer and nearer together.

The feeling that the world, of which her money had grown the symbol, would again come between them, grew more and more intolerable.
At last it grew too strong for him, and he stopped before her and said, in a voice he could not keep firm, "About that wasted life of mine, Dorothy.