The Ghost by Arnold Bennet Chapter 11 Page 16

I drew a strange satisfaction from the fact that, though she had said frankly that he loved her, she had not even hinted that she loved him.

“Lord Clarenceux must have been a great man,” I said.

“That is exactly what he was,” she answered with a vague enthusiasm. “And a great nobleman too! So different from the others. I wish I could describe him to you, but I cannot. He was immensely rich — he looked on me as a pauper. He had the finest houses, the finest judgment in the world. When he wanted anything he got it, no matter what the cost. All dealers knew that, and any one who had ‘the best’ to sell knew that in Lord Clarenceux he would find a purchaser. He carried things with a high hand. I never knew another man so determined, or one who