"They scorn money," said he flatly.
She drew in her breath quickly. "I suppose they do," she sighed. "Sometimes I really believe it's a handicap to have a lot of money."
"I know a good many charming Western women who have married into the smart set," he said slowly.
"And did they stick?" she enquired.
"Stick?" he gasped.
"I mean, did they make good—that is, were they PERMANENTLY received?"
"Oh, yes! Some of them have become leaders. It's really only a matter of marrying the right man."
She was silent as they drove across the Place de la Concorde.
"I suppose it's almost out of the question unless one does marry into it," she said finally.
"Or UP to it," he suggested. His sordid little heart was beating rather jerkily.