“All right, anything you say,” agreed Kenneth.
“There are sure to be Death Duties,” Violet said practically. “It's absolutely wicked the amount one has to pay. Still, there's the house as well. That'll be yours, won't it, Kenneth?”
“Do you mean that barrack in Eaton Place?” demanded Kenneth. “You don't imagine I'm going to live in a barn like that, do you?”
“Why ever not?” Violet sat up, staring at him. “It's an awfully good address.”
“Who cares about an awfully good address? If you'd ever been inside it you wouldn't expect me to live there. It's got Turkey carpets, and a lot of Empire furniture, and pink silk panels in the drawing-room, and a glass lustre, and marble-topped tables with gilt legs.”
“We could always get rid of anything we didn't like, but I must say I like nice things, I mean things that are good.”
“Turkey stair carpeting and gilt mirrors?” said Kenneth incredulously.
“I don't see why not.”
“Darling, your taste is quite damnable.”
“I can't see that there's any need for you to be rude because I like things you don't like. I think Turkey carpets are sort of warm and - and expensive looking.”