"Am I a fool?" she demanded, with pardonable indignation.
"Nay; thou art a marvel of wisdom."
"I think I shall sell the jewel some day; it will add to my daughters' fortunes."
"They will have great fortunes, your daughters."
"Maybe."
"All you pay me for my risks and labour is but a few hundred rupees."
"If your commission is low—it is your own fault. The more you bring me, the more you receive."
"I receive but little. I am a poor man. I have a large family to maintain; they all look to me."
"They will be looking for you now!" said Mrs. Chandos briskly.
"Truly thou art a hard woman—hard as a rock."