They were always professing to love me, but I was quite aware that it was because I was rich enough to be able to buy pleasure for them." "Unpleasant kind of people," remarked Stafford.
"No; just the average," she said, coolly.

"Nearly all men and women are alike--worldly, selfish, self-seeking.

Look at my father," she went on, as coolly as before.

"He thinks of nothing but money; he has spent his life fighting, scrambling, struggling for it; and look at yours--" "Oh, hold on!" said Stafford, laughing, but reddening a little.

"You're very much mistaken if you think my father is that kind of man." She smiled.
"Why, everybody has some story of his--what shall I call it ?--acuteness, sharpness; and of the wonderful way in which he has always got what he wanted.