“So insolent, so trivial, so capricious, so mercenary, so careless, so hard to touch, so hard to turn!” he said, bitterly.

And added as he went upstairs. “And yet so pretty, so pretty!”

And added presently, as he walked to and fro in his room. “And if she knew!”

She knew that he was shaking the house by his walking to and fro; and she declared it another of the miseries of being poor, that you couldn’t get rid of a haunting Secretary, stump⁠—stump⁠—stumping overhead in the dark, like a ghost.