He could never think of himself while there were other people to care for.

And I know," she went on, with simple sagacity, "that it was not Mr.Roland's sin that fretted father, but the loss of the money.

If he had made six hundred pounds by using it without his consent, and said, 'Here, Marlowe, are twelve hundred pounds for you instead of six; I did not put your money up as you wanted, but used it instead;' why, father would have praised him up to the skies, and could never have been grateful enough." Mr.Clifford's conscience smote him as he listened to Phebe's unworldly comment on Roland Sefton's conduct.

If Roland had met him with the announcement of a gain of ten thousand pounds by a lucky though unauthorized speculation, he knew very well his own feeling would have been utterly different from that with which he had heard of the loss of ten thousand pounds.

The world itself would have cried out against him if he had prosecuted a man by whose disregard of the laws he had gained so large a profit.