Now it comes to the time, my heart fails me." The tears stood in her glorious eyes, and an honest man would have pitied her, and even respected her a little for her compunction, though somewhat tardy.
But her master just fixed his eyes coldly on his slave, and said, brutally, "Never mind your heart; think of your interest." The weak woman allowed herself to be diverted into this topic.

"Why, he is no such great catch, I am sure." "I tell you he is, more than ever: I have just discovered another L20,000 he is heir to, and not got to wait for that any longer than I choose." Lucy stamped her foot.

"I don't care for his money.

Till he came with his money you loved me." "I love you as much as ever," said Monckton, coldly.
Lucy began to sob.

"No, you don't, or you wouldn't give me up to that young fool." The villain made a cynical reply, that not every Newgate thief could have matched.