A few, it was true, looked doubtingly upon this "one man power," but could not refute the fact that others had largely benefited by association with him, and that he shared his profits with a royal hand.

Some objected on higher grounds to his brutalizing the influence of wealth by his material and extravagantly practical processes, instead of the gentler suggestions of education and personal example, and were impelled to point out the fact that he and his patronage were vulgar.

It was felt, however, by those who received his benefits, that a proper sense of this inferiority was all that ethics demanded of them.

One could still accept Rushbrook's barbaric gifts by humorously recognizing the fact that he didn't know any better, and that it pleased him, as long as they resented any higher pretensions.
The rain-beaten windows of Rushbrook's town house, however, were cheerfully lit that December evening.

Mr.Rushbrook seldom dined alone; in fact, it was popularly alleged that very often the unfinished business of the day was concluded over his bountiful and perfect board.
He was dressing as James entered the room.
"Mr.Leyton is in your study, sir; he will stay to dinner." "All right." "I think, sir," added James, with respectful suggestiveness, "he wants to talk.