Sir Felix had his work to do, and was willing to do it,—­as far as such willingness could go with him.  The prize was so great, and the comfort of wealth was so sure, that even he was tempted to exert himself.  It was this feeling which had brought him into Suffolk, and induced him to travel all night, across dirty roads, in an old cab.  For the girl herself he cared not the least.  It was not in his power really to care for anybody.  He did not dislike her much.  He was not given to disliking people strongly, except at the moments in which they offended him.  He regarded her simply as the means by which a portion of Mr Melmotte’s wealth might be conveyed to his uses.  In regard to feminine beauty...