They'd like to live in hotels, and trollop about the streets day and night.

There won't be any servants much longer; you're lucky if you find one of the old sort, who knows how to light a fire or wash a dish.
Go into the houses of men with small incomes; what do you find but filth and disorder, quarrelling and misery?
Young men are bad enough, I know that; they want to begin where their fathers left off, and if they can't do it honestly, they'll embezzle or forge.

But you'll often find there's a worthless wife at the bottom of it,--worrying and nagging because she has a smaller house than some other woman, because she can't get silks and furs, and wants to ride in a cab instead of an omnibus.

It is astounding to me that they don't get their necks wrung.

Only wait a bit; we shall come to that presently!' It was a rare thing for Stephen Lord to talk at such length.