"As it happens, however, that's in your favor.

If you'd shown yourself a cleverer man in this matter, it might have occurred to me that it was Miss Stirling's money that you had your eyes on." Weston turned and gazed at him with the blood in his forehead.
"I wish with all my heart that Miss Stirling's money were at the bottom of the sea!" he said passionately.

"There's just another thing I have to say.

I came to your house in a fit of desperation a little while ago, so shaken by what I had just had to face that I was off my guard.

When I told Miss Stirling what I felt for her it was a folly--but I did it--and I have no excuse to make." Then, to Weston's astonishment, the contractor's manner changed suddenly, and he leaned forward with a smile.
"Well," he said, "it's possible that she could find one or two for you.