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Rh  Ah! You knew him during his early married life, didn't you?  Yes, through all the sad and hidden years of it.  Rather a hard time, wasn't it?  Very. When Temple came up from the University he was poor—very poor.  Hardly had enough to pay his fees for the Bar— isn't that so?  [Nodding.] Then by some chance he came to know the family of that rich old dunderhead. Lord Nugent. You remember him, Hallam?  Perfectly. A hard old nut if ever there was one.  The old man had two daughters, and Temple fell in love with the younger of them [Indicating portrait]—Margaret. When he asked for her, Nugent almost spat in his face. "The briefless beggar," "the parvenu," and so forth.  Just so.