"I don't see why she should love me," he said, presently.
"You're well off, Julian," Valentine rejoined.
Almost for the first time in his life Julian felt angry with Valentine.
"You don't know her at all," he said, hotly.
"I know her class."
Julian looked at him, and his anger died, as his mind sailed off on a new tack.
"Her class! Then you must have been studying it lately, Val. Not long ago you could not have studied it. Your nature would not have let you."
"That is true enough."
"Were you studying it when we met you the other night?"
"Yes."