“Would that make any difference?”
“I don’t know as it would,” he admitted. “But it might make me uncomfortable.”
“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I think you manage to make yourself uncomfortable enough, as it is. And that’s absurd, because just being a man ought to keep you happy all the time.”
“I don’t see how you figure that,” he answered.
“Being a man is being able to do about anything you wish.”
“Don’t you believe it,” he replied. “Having money is the only thing that makes you able to do what you wish.”
“Oh, dear!” she exclaimed. “Are you going back to that ten thousand a year?”
“Pretty soon now it will be September,” he reflected irrelevantly.
“And then?”
“I had rather hoped to get it by then.”