She knew that a great deal of her husband's money went into mysterious channels of which she was unable to trace the ends, and concluded in her Victorian-wife kind of fashion, or at any rate hoped, that it was spent in alleviating the distress of the "Submerged Tenth" which at that time was much in evidence.

Hence no doubt the gracious recognition that had come to him.
John Blake himself, who paid over the cash, naturally had no such delusions, and unfortunately in that moment of exultation, when he contemplated his own name adorning the lists in every newspaper, let out the truth at breakfast at which Isobel was his sole companion.

For by this time Lady Jane had grown too delicate to come down early.
"Well, you've got a baronet for a father now, my girl"-- to be accurate he called it a "bart."-- he said puffing himself out like a great toad before the fire, as he threw down the _Daily News_ in which his name was icily ignored in a spiteful leaderette about the Honours List, upon the top of _The Times_, _The Standard_, and _The Morning Post_.
"Oh!" said Isobel in an interested voice and paused.
"It's wonderful what money can do," went on her father, who was inclined for a discussion, and saw no other way of opening up the subject.

"Certain qualifications of which it does not become me to speak, and a good subscription to the Party funds, and there you are with Bart.

instead of Esq.