I'm rather disturbed about the matter; but, after all, one has to take one's chance in buying shares.
Dealing in the speculative sorts is to a large extent a game of hazard." "I suppose so, but then somebody must win." "No," returned Herbert, "now and then everybody loses." Sylvia glanced at him with a mocking smile.
"Even those in the inside ring?
When that happens, it must be something like a catastrophe.

But I'm sorry for George; he doesn't deserve this." Herbert could not deny it; but, to his surprise, the girl leaned forward, speaking in an authoritative tone.
"I don't know what you can do, but you must do something to get George out of the difficulty.

It's obvious that you led him into it--he isn't the man to go in for rash speculation; he would have chosen something safe." It was a relief to Herbert that his wife came in just then; but, as he had reason for believing that she would not remain, he decided that he would go out and post some letters.

Sylvia seemed to be in an inquisitive mood, and he did not wish to be left alone with her.
The night was fine but dark; in places a thin, low-lying mist that hung over the meadows obscured the hedgerows, and it grew more dense as Herbert approached the river, which brawled noisily among the stones.
The man, however, scarcely noticed this; his mind was occupied with other matters.

Sylvia's attitude had disturbed him.