“I should say the whole thing would not cost more than three or four million dollars.”
“Three—or four.” I laughed aloud. “Not much difference there. Now which is it—three or four?”
“Perhaps nearer four. Margot must have a good income.”
“To be sure,” said I.
“The whole object would be defeated if she hadn’t the means——”
“The money,” I suggested. “Why use these evasive words? We’re talking a plain subject. Let’s use its language.”
“The money, then,” acquiesced she, resolutely good-humored. “If she hadn’t the money to make a proper appearance.”
“Naturally, to lead in society you must lead in spending money.... Well—it can’t be done.”
She paled, half started from her chair, sank back again. There was a long silence. Then she said, “You have never been cruel, Godfrey. You won’t be cruel now. You won’t destroy my life work. You won’t shatter Margot’s happiness.”
“The whole thing is—is nauseating to me,” said I.