She shook her head a little doubtfully.
“I can’t argue about it yet,” she said, “because I haven’t thought about it long enough. But I know if I had all the money this man has, I couldn’t be happy to spend thousands and thousands upon myself while there were people almost starving in the same city.”
“You are a sentimentalist, you see,” he remarked, “and you have not studied the laws on which society is based. Tell me, how does Mrs. Tresfarwin like London?”
Juliet laughed merrily.
“Isn’t it amusing?” she declared. “She loves it! She grumbles at the milk, and we have the butter from Tredowen. Everything else she finds perfection. She doesn’t even mind the five flights of stone steps.”
“Social problems,” Wingrave remarked, “do not trouble her.”
“Not in the least,” Juliet declared. “She spends all her pennies on beggars and omnibus rides, and she is perfectly happy.”
Wingrave rose to go in a few minutes. Juliet walked with him to the door.
“I am going to be really hospitable,” she declared. “I am going to walk with you to the street.”
“All down those five flights?” he exclaimed.