“On what?”
“On whether you live in a house or an apartment—on the way you live—on a thousand things.”
“To live well, I mean. How much does this house cost a year?”
“The rent is three thousand.”
Fanny grew limp. “Ugh!” she cried, shuddering.
“But of course there are plenty of smaller houses much cheaper,” Helen added.
“It’s an awfully expensive place, New York, isn’t it?” said Fanny, with a plaintive glance at Guy.
“Yes, awfully,” Helen smiled.
“It makes Ashburnham seem almost attractive, doesn’t it?” Fanny went on.
Helen looked up suspiciously. “What do you want to know all these things for?”