"Heaven help me, why do you ask that ?" "Heaven helps those who help themselves," said the older man.

"That is a trite saying, but it meets the case.

I think I diagnose your trouble, my boy.

You are in love with Evelyn, and dare not tell her so, because I happen to be a rich man.

Really I didn't think you had so poor an opinion of me as to believe that money or rank would count against my daughter's happiness." He said other things--kindly, wise, appreciative--but Frank Theydon never knew what they were.