"Oh, Ricky! Ricky! Can't you do something? Can't you make a lot of money very quickly? You see Strelsa has simply got to marry money. Be fair; be just to her. A girl can't exist without money, can she? You know that, don't you?"
"I've heard your world say so."
"You know it's true!"
"I don't know what is true. I don't know truth from falsehood. I suppose that love requires money to keep it nourished—as roses require manure——"
"Ricky!"
"I'm speaking of your world——"
"My world! The entire world knows that money is necessary—except perhaps a silly sentimentalist here and there——"
"Yes, there are one or two—here and there," he said. "But they're all poor—and prejudiced."
Molly applied her handkerchief to her eyes, viciously.
"I hope you are not one, Ricky. I'm sure I'm not fool enough to expect a girl who has been accustomed to everything to be contented without anything."