text:  The apathy of the exquisite was at an end and in a voice of the most indignant displeasure he rapidly demanded whether I expected money to fall from the moon? whether I was not aware of the expense of keeping up the castle? whether I supposed that my mother's jointure and my sisters' portions could ever be paid without dipping the rent-roll deeper still? and after various and bitter expostulation "What right had I to suppose that I was worth the smallest coin of the realm except by his bounty?" One query answered them all