Even to that coarse creature, the eloquent look spoke for her.

Fanny noticed it, and suddenly turned her head aside.
Over the maid's white face there passed darkly an expression of unutterable contempt.

Her mistress's weakness had revealed itself--weakness for one of the betrayers of women; weakness for a man! In the meantime, Mr.Vimpany (having got the money) was ready to humour the enviable young lady with a well-filled purse.
"Do you want to see my lord before you go ?" he asked, amused at the idea.

"Mind! you mustn't disturb him! No talking, and no crying.

Ready?
Now look at him." There he lay on a shabby little sofa, in an ugly little room; his eyes closed; one helpless hand hanging down; a stillness on his ghastly face, horribly suggestive of the stillness of death--there he lay, the reckless victim of his love for the woman who had desperately renounced him again and again, who had now saved him for the third time.