“’Tisn’t laces and ribbons. It’s corsets.”
“Corsets, then, to women who haven’t a tenth of your looks or your vitality.”
“It can’t be helped if they have the money and I haven’t, can it?”
“Money doesn’t matter. What’s money to you, with all the rich life in you? Money cannot buy that, nor can it buy what will satisfy you.”
“And what’s that?”
“Love and freedom.”
“Ooh! you are a talker.”
“I’m not flirting with you. I haven’t got time for that.”
He laid his hand on her foot, which was covered with a thin cotton stocking. She did not move it.
“You needn’t stare at me like that,” she said, with a curious thickness in her voice.