"Well, it sometimes seems hard, because I didn't used to have to do it. In fact I used to be scolded if I did do it." She laughed. "I'm not pretending to like being poor."
"But you took it on fast enough, Mrs. Ledstone. You knew, I mean?"
"Oh yes, I knew, and I took it on, as you call it. So I don't complain."
"I tell you what—some day you and Godfrey must come for a spree with me. Go to Monte Carlo or somewhere, and have a high old time!"
"I don't believe I should like Monte Carlo a bit."
"Not like it? Oh, I say, I bet you would."
"I suppose it's prejudice to condemn even Monte Carlo without seeing it. Perhaps we shall manage to go some day. I think Godfrey would like it."
"Oh, I took him once, all right, with—with some other friends."
"And all you men gambled like anything, I suppose?"
"Yes, we did a bit." Bob was inwardly amused at her assumption of the nature of the party—amused, yet arrested by a sudden interest, a respect, and a touch of Mrs. Lenoir's pity. If there had been only himself to confess about, he would have confessed.