They were people whose society no money could buy.

If Robert Belcher had been worth a hundred millions instead of one, the fact would not have been taken into consideration in deciding any social question relating to him.
Finally the furnishing was complete; the windows were polished, the steps were furbished, and nothing seemed to wait but the arrival of the family for which the dwelling had been prepared.
One late afternoon, before the lamps were lighted in the streets, he could see that the house was illuminated; and just as the darkness came on, a carriage drove up and a family alighted.

The doors were thrown open, the beautiful woman stood upon the threshold, and all ran up to enter.

She kissed the lady of the house, kissed the children, shook hands cordially with the gentleman of the party, and then the doors were swung to, and they were shut from the sight of the street; but just as the man entered, the light from the hall and the light from the street revealed the flushed face and portly figure of Robert Belcher.
Harry knew him, and ran down stairs to Mrs.Balfour, pale and agitated as if he had seen a ghost.

"It is Mr.Belcher," he said, "and I must go back.