And it will belong to my sister's son.
No, I could not help it." "I suppose you could not." There was a hint of wholly unconscious resentment in his tone.

He was thinking that the effect produced by their boundless wealth was to make these people feel as a race of giants might--even their women unknowingly revealed it.
"No, I could not," was her reply.

"I suppose I am on the whole a sort of commercial working person.

I have no doubt it is commercial, that instinct which makes one resent seeing things lose their value." "Shall you begin it for that reason ?" "Partly for that one--partly for another." She held out her hand to him.
"Look at the length of the shadows.

I must go.