J. Storer Clouston

“ Algie took his friend's arm and drew him toward the door, encouraging him thus:
"She's a ripper, Tony, a regular ripper! And I'll be your best man; I'll see you through it. Dear old boy, England can't afford to lose you. It's worth making any sacrifice to avoid that. You can arrange for a divorce afterward; but nail the boodle now, Tony, nail the boodle now!"
The thin, suave voice of Lord Raymes followed them.
"Three hundred thousand pounds, Tony, and a devilish worthy young woman. I couldn't do more for you if I were your tailor."
Anthony seemed sensible of his kindness. ”

“ Miss Dishett looked grave.
"Well, my lord, the footmen do need something to take the exuberance out of them."
"One lives and learns, Algie," murmured Lord Raymes.
He turned upon Mary a smile more beneficent than ever.
"Let us suppose we have established you in some suitable and—er—chaste mansion; the next thing is, how are we going to furnish it, eh?"
"I have already, my lord, decided there will be a grand piano, but no statuary."
"Capital, capital! But, my dear child, I am thinking of an article of furniture even more important than a grand piano. The happy man, Mary! ”

“ It seems that this Mary Dishett was the fortunate possessor of an uncle in the State of Minnesota. He has just died, leaving her three hundred thousand pounds."
"Three hundred thousand pounds!" exclaimed Algie in an awed voice.
"And I haven't an uncle worth sixpence!" cried Tony bitterly. "What about luck now? Who can blame me after this? It's simply luck: there's nothing else the matter that I can see. ”