"A clever lawyer has some sense of business, which he does not seem to have!"
"Don't you be so sure of that!"
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, nothing."
"Well, he does seem to have enough sense of business about him to defraud you out of what belongs to you!" snapped Daniel.
"Walter is an honourable gentleman," Margaret quietly affirmed, "with a sense of honour, Daniel, that to you would be as incomprehensible as a Sanscrit manuscript, or a page of Henry James."
"The quixotic 'sense of honour' of a South Carolinian!" scoffed Daniel. "Oh, I know all about that. Impracticable moonshine! Nothing in it, Margaret. Has no market value."
"No, thank God, it has no market value."
"You're a little simpleton, my dear, about 'values' of any kind, and I wish you wouldn't swear!"
"Can't one thank God except in church and at the vulgar hour of feeding?"