"Only because you have got ten thousand pounds, my dear, and are the right sort of match for Walter. He wouldn't be very nice to you if Walter had found you at Melbury Park; not even if you had your ten thousand pounds. Oh dear, I wish I had ten thousand pounds."
"What would you do with it?"
"I should travel. At any rate I should go away from Kencote. Muriel, I am sick to death of it."
"Ah, that is because it seems dull after London. You haven't told me a word about all that you have been doing, and I have been talking about myself all the time."
"I didn't care a bit about London. I didn't enjoy it at all—except the opera."
"Don't try to be blasée, my dear girl. Of course you enjoyed it."
"I tell you I didn't. Look here, Muriel, really it is unfair the way the boys have everything in our family and the girls have nothing."
"I do think it is a shame you are not allowed to hunt."
"It isn't only that. It is the same with everything. I have seen it much more plainly since I went to London."
"Well, my dear, you went to a Court Ball, and to all the best houses. The boys don't do more than that. I shouldn't do as much if I went to London in the season."