The dispute on the point of vanity, charmingly conducted, ended by Sir Anthony saying triumphantly:-- "Well, my dear, don't you see I'm right ?" and by his wife replying with a smile:-- "No, darling, I don't see at all.

But since you feel like that, there's nothing more to be said." I was mildly enjoying myself.

Perhaps I'm a bit of a cynic.

I broke in.
"I don't think it's vanity to see that you get your money's worth.
There's lots of legitimate fun in spending twenty thousand pounds properly.

It's too big to let other people manage or mis-manage.
Suppose you decided on motor-ambulances or hospital trains, for instance, it would be your duty to see that you got the best and most up-to-date ambulances or trains, with the least possible profits, to contractors and middle-men." "As far as that goes, I think I know my way about," said Sir Anthony.
"Of course.