"It'll do as well as another. And what do you propose to do yourself?"
"Work."
Diane forced the word in a little gasp of humiliation, but she got it out.
"And what'll you work at?"
"I don't know yet, exactly. I shall have to see. My mother-in-law is going to America; and when she does I'll join her."
"Humph! My good woman, you wouldn't do more than just keep ahead of starvation."
"Oh, I shouldn't expect to do more. If I succeeded in that—I should live."
"How much money have you got?"
"It's all here," she answered, picking up the black satchel and opening it. "These are my securities, and I'm told they're very good."
"And do you take them round with you every time you go shopping?"