"Yes, the rich neighbours. But the people in the village? Would the vicar's wife call on us, if we lived in a house like that?"
"I expect she would, if the vicar has a wife, of which I am not sure."
"And the labourers' wives—would they call?"
"Probably not. No, I don't think the labourers' wives would call."
"Then shouldn't we feel rather out of it?"
"You could call on them if you wanted to. They would be very pleased to see you. Any body would be pleased to see you."
"Dear old boy!" she said affectionately. "You think far too much of me. But I like you to. Somehow I don't think I should like to live in a house like that, John. For one thing, I shouldn't like to be always going to see people who wouldn't come and see me. Couldn't we live somewhere among our own sort of people—the people who are well-off, and yet well-educated, that you told me about—well, like we should be?"
"You don't want to live in London, do you?"
"That's where you live, isn't it?"