"There is too much made of money now-a-days," Mrs. Wishart went on serenely; "and there is no denying that money buys position. I do not call a good family one that was not a good family a hundred years ago; but everybody is not so particular. Not here. They are more particular in Philadelphia. In New York, any nobody who has money can push himself forward."
"What sort of family is Mr. Dillwyn's?"
"O, good, of course. Not wealthy, till lately. They have been poor, ever since I knew the family; until the sister married Chauncey Burrage, and Philip came into his property."
"The Caruthers are rich, aren't they?"
"Yes."
"And now the young one has made a great match? Is she handsome?"
"I never heard so. But she is rolling in money."
"What else is she?" inquired Madge dryly.
"She is a Dulcimer."
"That tells me nothing," said Madge. "By the way you speak it, the word seems to have a good deal of meaning for you."