MRS. FELIX
Of course, you’d keep a small flat in New York.
MAGNUS
Oh, anything reasonable—say, fifteen thousand a year for personal expenses—
FANNY (aghast)
Fifteen thousand! (Reproachfully to Mrs. Felix) You see now, mother!
MRS. FELIX
See what?
FANNY (exasperated)
Why, my gowns, my little expenses come to twenty-five hundred, and I don’t have half enough—not a quarter enough. I won’t—I’ll live in the right places and know the right people and do the right things—or I won’t marry—