"And it's the same everywhere; the same in London," she snapped.
"Perhaps; only in London you can avoid the society of the money-grubbers, and find a congenial clime where the foul element does not enter. You see, London isn't a town; it's a country, and there are communities of kindred interests within its borders."
"How do you know?"
"Well, I can gather as much from my inquiries, and from what I read."
"A lot of use that is. I know it's fearfully expensive to live in London."
"But one can make more money."
"I thought you despised money-grubbing."
"For the mere sake of the grubbing, yes. But where it costs more to live there is usually more to live for, and more means of earning the necessary cash."
"Money; you simply can't get away from it, yet you sneer at the wealthy folk here. You only wish you had half of their complaint, as the thirsty cabby said of the drunk who was supposed to be ill."
Flo laughed aridly at her simile, without looking her companion in the face. Henry felt irritated by her as never before. But his teeth were set. Both kept silence for a time.