"First, then, how do you like being a rich man?"
Dick glanced around the room, and then gave a look towards the wide-spreading park-lands.
"How can one help liking it?" he asked.
"Exactly. You do not find money to be the root of all evil, then?"
"Heavens, no!"
"You would not like to be a poor man again?"
"What in the world are you driving at? Of course, the very thought of it is horrible."
"Just so. I am in my way a student of human nature, and I was a bit curious. Now for a second question. Who is she?"
"Oh, I say."
"Of course she exists."