We are playing the devil's game without his infernal name in this good for nothing God forsaken buck breaking society.

He looked round the poor room, at the distempered walls, and the bad engravings in meretricious frames, the crinkly paper and wax flowers on the chiffonier; and he thought of a room like Father Bryan's, with panelling, with cut glass, with tulips in silver pots, such a room as he had hoped to have for his own.

Until then he had not thought of following Lani Aldrich to Honolulu. He had been so sure that she would return to him.

The expression of his smile […] was one of profound melancholy—of a phaseless and unceasing gloom.