"What do you mean by 'too much'?"
"When it ceases to be real to a man, when it represents more than his need, when it drives him and he becomes a slave to it."
Involuntarily I thought of my new house,—not a soothing reflection.
"But who is going to decree how much property, a man should have?"
"Nobody—everybody. That will gradually tend to work itself out as we become more sensible and better educated, and understand more clearly what is good for us."
I retorted with the stock, common-sense phrase.
"If we had a division to-morrow, within a few years or so the most efficient would contrive to get the bulk of it back in their hands."
"That's so," he admitted. "But we're not going to have a division to-morrow."
"Thank God!" I exclaimed.
He regarded me.