The money comes from the Eustace property, and I'd sooner it should go to you than a half-hearted, numb-fingered, cold-blooded Whig, like Fawn." "I don't like cunning women," said Frank.
"As bargains go, it wouldn't be a bad one," said Eustace.

"She's very young, has a noble jointure, and is as handsome as she can stand.
It's too good a thing for Fawn;--too good for any Whig." When Eustace left him, Greystock lit his cigar and walked with it in his mouth from Pall Mall to the Temple.

He often worked there at night when he was not bound to be in the House, or when the House was not sitting,--and he was now intent on mastering the mysteries of some much-complicated legal case which had been confided to him, in order that he might present it to a jury enveloped in increased mystery.

But, as he went, he thought rather of matrimony than of law;--and he thought especially of matrimony as it was about to affect Lord Fawn.

Could a man be justified in marrying for money, or have rational ground for expecting that he might make himself happy by doing so?
He kept muttering to himself as he went, the Quaker's advice to the old farmer, "Doan't thou marry for munny, but goa where munny is!" But he muttered it as condemning the advice rather than accepting it.
He could look out and see two altogether different kinds of life before him, both of which had their allurements.