There always have been and there always will be.

But if you tell him that, it seems to make him perfectly furious." March repeated the substance of this talk to his wife.

"I'm glad to know that Tom can see through such ravings.

He has lots of good common sense." It was the afternoon of the same Sunday, and they were sauntering up Fifth Avenue, and admiring the wide old double houses at the lower end; at one corner they got a distinct pleasure out of the gnarled elbows that a pollarded wistaria leaned upon the top of a garden wall--for its convenience in looking into the street, he said.

The line of these comfortable dwellings, once so fashionable, was continually broken by the facades of shops; and March professed himself vulgarized by a want of style in the people they met in their walk to Twenty-third Street.
"Take me somewhere to meet my fellow-exclusives, Isabel," he demanded.
"I pine for the society of my peers." He hailed a passing omnibus, and made his wife get on the roof with him.
"Think of our doing such a thing in Boston!" she sighed, with a little shiver of satisfaction in her immunity from recognition and comment.
"You wouldn't be afraid to do it in London or Paris ?" "No; we should be strangers there--just as we are in New York.