It came to me just now,
all in a flash--we don't feel that way about money. We haven't any
of us earned ours; we've just got it. And it never occurs to us to
expect other people to earn it--all we want to know is if they have
it."
Montague did not tell his companion how very profound a remark he
considered that; he was afraid it would not be delicate to agree
with her. He had heard a story of a negro occupant of the "mourners'
bench," who was voluble in confession of his sins, but took
exception to the fervour with which the congregation said "Amen!"
"The Evanses used to be a lot funnier than they are now," continued
Mrs. Winnie, after a while. "When they came here last year, they
were really frightful. They had an English chap for social
secretary--a younger son of some broken-down old family. My brother
knew a man who had been one of their intimates in the West, and he
said it was perfectly excruciating--this fellow used to sit at the
table and give orders to the whole crowd: 'Your ice-cream fork
should be at your right hand, Miss Mary.
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