'There, you dashing speculator--there is neck-or-nothing for you! You must keep it a secret from Miss Agnes, mind.

I'm not at all sure that she would approve of my helping you to this investment.' The nurse took out her spectacles.

'Six per cent., guaranteed,' she read; 'and the Directors have every reason to believe that ten per cent., or more, will be ultimately realised to the shareholders by the hotel.' 'Put me into that, Master Henry! And, wherever you go, for Heaven's sake recommend the hotel to your friends!' So the nurse, following Henry's mercenary example, had her pecuniary interest, too, in the house in which Lord Montbarry had died.
Three days passed before Henry was able to visit Agnes again.

In that time, the little cloud between them had entirely passed away.

Agnes received him with even more than her customary kindness.