"But, Priam, I don't like having all this money in the house.

You ought to have called and put it in the bank." "Dash the bank!" he exclaimed.

"Just keep on listening to me, and try to persuade yourself I'm not mad.

I admit I'm a bit shy, and it was all on account of that that I let that d--d valet of mine be buried as me." "You needn't tell me you're shy," she smiled.

"All Putney knows you're shy." "I'm not so sure about that!" He tossed his head.
Then he began at the beginning and recounted to her in detail the historic night and morning at Selwood Terrace, with a psychological description of his feelings.