"Isn't it all strange, Tony," she asked, "how very far up we have come?"
He shook the ashes off his cigar. "Well, I don't feel myself very far up, Aunt Caroline."
"My dear Tony, aren't you going to marry an immense fortune?"
"Is that what people say, Aunt Caroline?"
"You are going to do a very brilliant thing, Tony."
"Is that what you call going very far up?"
His aunt shook her pretty head. "Money is the greatest power in the world, dear boy. Art is very well, but there is nothing in the wide world like an income, dear."
Her nephew stirred in his chair. Caroline Potowski looked down at her little diamond watch, her dress shining like a bunch of many-hued roses. Antony knew that her husband was rich; he also made a good income from his singing and she must have made not an inconsiderable fortune.
"What are you thinking about?" said his aunt later, her hand on his own. "You have shown great wisdom, great worldly wisdom."
"My God!" exclaimed her nephew between his teeth.