Peter Reid sat shading his eyes from the light with his hand.
Jean knelt down on the rug and held out her hands to the blazing fire.
"It must be sad to be old and rich," she said softly, almost as if she were speaking to herself.

"It is so very certain that we can carry nothing out of this world....

I read somewhere of a man who, on every birthday, gave away some of his possessions so that at the end he might not be cumbered and weighted with them." She looked up and caught the gaze of Peter Reid fixed on her intently.

"It's rather a nice idea, don't you think, to give away all the superfluous money and lands, pictures and jewels, everything we have, and stand stripped, as it were, ready when we get the word to come, to leap into the beyond ?" Pamela spoke first.

"There speaks sweet and twenty," she said.
"Yes," said Jean.