"We know the value of them because we were once accustomed to them, because we have both since experienced the passionate craving for them or the things they represent.

Chippendale furniture, a Turkey carpet, roses in January, hothouse fruit, Bartolozzi prints, do not march with an income of fifty pounds a year." "They do not," she assented equably.

"All the things which you see here and which you have mentioned, are presents." His forefinger shot out with a sudden vigour towards the photograph.
"From him ?" "From Douglas," she admitted, "from your cousin." He took the photograph into his hand, looked at it for a moment, and dashed it into the grate.

The glass of the frame was shivered into a hundred pieces.

The girl only shrugged her shoulders.