That's just the danger.

To pursue success--vulgar success--when all the better part has gone out of life--" He ended on a sigh and again whacked his leg with the stick.
"But" urged his companion, as though gravely, "isn't it easy _not_ to pursue success?
I mean if it really makes you uncomfortable.

There are so many kinds of work in art which would protect you against the perils of riches." Franks was watching her as she spoke.
"Miss Cross" he said, "I suspect you are satirical.

I remember you used to have a turn that way.

Well, well, never mind; I don't expect you to understand me." They had passed out of Ashtead Park and were now ascending by the lane which leads up to Epsom Common.
"I suppose we are both going the same way," said Franks, who had recovered all his cheerfulness.