I used to say the same thing.

But I had no talent of any kind, and when the smash came--" They were crossing the bridge.

Will looked westward, in the direction of his shop, and it struck him how amusing it would be to startle Rosamund by a disclosure of his social status.

Would she still be anxious for his company in search of the picturesque?
He could not feel sure--curiosity urged him to try the experiment, but an obscure apprehension closed his lips.
"How very hard for you!" sighed Rosamund.

"But don't think," she added quickly, "that I have a weak dread of poverty.