Your English novelist would have made his villain hang himself with the string of his waistcoat in a condemned cell, while his amiable hero was declared heir to a dukedom and forty thousand a year.

But this fellow Balzac knows better than that." The days had passed when Mr.Sheldon had leisure to read Balzac.

He read nothing but the newspapers now, and in the newspapers he read very little more than the money articles and such political news as seemed likely to affect the money-market.

There is no such soul-absorbing pursuit as the race which men run whose goal is the glittering Temple of Plutus.

The golden apples which tempted Atalanta to slacken her pace are always rolling _before_ the modern runner, and the greed of gain lends the wings of Hermes to his feet.