"You only hate money for what it can't buy," he said. "You probably expect too much from it. Don't blame money for that."
Nina uttered a tremulous laugh that sounded strangely passionate.
"You're quite right," she said. "Money's not everything. I have weighed it in the balance and found it wanting."
"Yes," Wingarde said in a peculiar tone. "And so have I."
XII
AFTERWARDS—LOVE
An overwhelming shyness possessed Nina that night. She dined alone with her husband, and found his silences even more oppressive than usual. Yet, when she rose from the table, an urgent desire to keep him within call impelled her to pause.
"Shall you be late to-night?" she asked him, stopping nervously before him, as he stood by the open door.