This Westcott didn't have anything, did he ?" "It never occurred to me to ask," replied Gabriella indifferently.

What did it matter to George where Florrie got her money?
But, then, George was always like that, and though he never made a penny himself, he was possessed of an insatiable curiosity about the amount and the sources of other people's incomes.
"Well, it looks queer," he observed with intense interest after a prolonged pause.

"That short pearl necklace she had on couldn't have cost a cent under ten thousand dollars." "It was lovely.

I noticed how well the pearls matched," replied his wife.

She was not in the least excited about the methods by which Florrie had obtained the necklace--all that was a part of the miraculous way she got everything she wanted in life--but she liked the pearls and she had envied Florrie while she looked at them.
A deep furrow had appeared between George's eyebrows, and his mouth sagged suddenly at the corners, giving his face the ugly look Gabriella distrusted and dreaded.