It would be putting him to expense." Michael looked down at the sleeping puppy.

He did not answer.
Wentworth was beginning to fear that his brother had an ungrateful, callous nature.

Was Michael so self-absorbed--egotism revolted Wentworth--that he would _never_ ask to see Wentworth's future wife, the woman who had shown such unceasing, such tender interest in Michael himself.
"I hoped there was someone else, someone very dear to me, and a devoted friend of yours, whom you might like to see again." Wentworth spoke with deliberation.
"I could send him a cheque.

He need not be at any expense," said Michael in a low voice.

His exhausted mind, slower to move than ever, had not left the subject of Doctor Filippi.