As she sat there studying his features, she felt a sensation almost of awe.
There was something entirely different, something stronger in his face.
She thought for a moment of their father as she had known him in her childhood, the founder of their fortunes, a man who had risen from a moderate position to immense wealth through sheer force of will, of pertinacity.

For the first time she saw the same look upon her brother's face.
"Well," she sighed, "I shall do my best to earn it.

I only hope, Dick, that she is--" "She is what ?" he demanded, looking at her steadfastly.
"Oh! not engaged or anything, I mean," Lady Weybourne explained hastily.
"I must admit, Dick, although I don't suppose any sister is particularly keen upon her brother's young women, that I think you've shown excellent taste.

She is absolutely the best style of any one I've seen in Monte Carlo." "How are you going to manage that introduction ?" he asked bluntly.

"Have you made any plans ?" "I don't suppose it will be difficult," she assured him, lighting a cigarette and shaking her head at the tray of liqueurs which the sommelier was offering.