Then I began to meet the people.

They were so different from those in my part of the country, especially the young fellows--Garry is not so bad, because he really loves his work and is bound to succeed--everybody says he has a genius for architecture--but the others--and the way they treat the young girls, and what is more unaccountable to me is the way the young girls put up with it." Peter had settled himself deeper in his chair, his eyes shaded with one hand and looked intently at the boy.
"Uncle Arthur is kind to me, but the life smothers me.

I can't breathe sometimes.

Nothing my father taught me is considered worth while here.
People care for other things." "What, for instance ?" Peter's hand never moved, nor did his body.
"Why stocks and bonds and money, for instance," laughed Jack, beginning to be annoyed at his own tirade--half ashamed of it in fact.

"Stocks are good enough in their way, but you don't want to live with them from ten o'clock in the morning till four o'clock in the afternoon, and then hear nothing else talked about until you go to bed.