Her vulgar cares were at an end.

She would be able to arrange her life as she pleased, to soar into that empyrean of security where creditors cannot penetrate.

She would have smarter gowns than Judy Trenor, and far, far more jewels than Bertha Dorset.

She would be free forever from the shifts, the expedients, the humiliations of the relatively poor.

Instead of having to flatter, she would be flattered; instead of being grateful, she would receive thanks.