whether by any chance she's one of the Devonshire Cliffords, now?
For if so, she might really be worth a man's serious attetion.
They're very good business. They bank at our place; and they're by
no means paupers." For Nevitt was a clerk in the well-known banking
firm of Drummond, Coutts, and Barclay, Limited; and being a man
who didn't mean, as he himself said, "to throw himself away on any
girl for nothing," he kept a sharp look-out on the current account
of every wealthy client with an only daughter.

Ten minutes later, as the talk ran on, some further light was
unexpectedly thrown upon this interesting topic by the entrance
of the porter with a letter for Cyril. The painter tore it open,
and glanced over it, as Nevitt observed, with evident eagerness.
It was short and curt, but in its own way courteous.

"'Mr. Reginald Clifford, C.M.G., desires to thank Mr. Cyril
Waring for his kindness and consideration to Miss Clifford during
her temporary incarceration---'

"Incarceration's good, isn't it? How much does he charge a thousand
for that sort, I wonder?---

"'during her temporary incarceration in the Lavington tunnel
yesterday. Mrs. and Miss Clifford wish also to express at the same
time their deep gratitude to Mr. Waring for his friendly efforts,
and trust he has experienced no further ill effects from the
unfortunate accident to which he was subjected.

"'Craighton, Tilgate, Thursday morning.'"