My extravagance is a question of nearly twenty years ago.

If I had swamped all you possessed in those days--which I don't for a moment believe--you have had ample time to make a fresh fortune since then.

You would never have lived all those years in Queen Anne's Court, except for the sake of money-making.

Why, the place stinks of money.

I know your tricks: buying silver from men who are in too great a hurry to sell it to be particular about the price; lending money at sixty per cent, a sixty which comes to eighty before the transaction is finished.