"Not very much," said he.
"Because," she went on, "if he didn't, he certainly managed it very cleverly—we all thought he had."
Again there was a pause; then suddenly Mrs. Winnie said: "Do you know, you feel differently about money from the way we do in New York. Do you realize it?"
"I'm not sure," said he. "How do you mean?"
"You look at it in an old-fashioned sort of way—a person has to earn it—it's a sign of something he's done. It came to me just now, all in a flash—we don't feel that way about money. We haven't any of us earned ours; we've just got it. And it never occurs to us to expect other people to earn it—all we want to know is if they have it."
Montague did not tell his companion how very profound a remark heconsidered that; he was afraid it would not be delicate to agree w
