He had a girl-wife from whose cheeks the roses were slowly fading, and very soon would come a time when a bank-note, even the smallest, would be a priceless gift.

It was for her sake he had spoken.

He saw now that he had made a mistake.
"I am very sorry, sir," he said humbly.

"Of course I know that these men have paid an immense sum for their shares in the Bekwando Syndicate.

At the same time it is not my business, and I am sorry that I spoke." "It is not your business at any time to remember what I receive for properties," Scarlett Trent said roughly.