Her adviser and administrator in this affair was an old friend of her husband's, a City man of honourable repute.

He had taken great trouble to discover worthy recipients of her bounty, and as yet had kept the source of it unknown.
'I mustn't give very much more,' she said, looking at Harvey with a pathetic deprecation of criticism.

'I want to keep an income of three hundred pounds.

I could live on less, much less; but I should like still to have it in my power to do a little good now and then, and I want to be able to leave something to my sister, or her children.

The truth is, Mr.Rolfe--no, I will call you Harvey, once for all--the truth is, I couldn't live now without giving a little help here and there to people poorer than myself.