"One is not proud of former riches when one has become a beggar.

It is you, the English, who can be proud of the past, because you can be proud of the present.

You have grown free, free, free! Rich, rich, rich, ah!" Olga laughed.
"I am sorry to say that I have not grown rich." He bent his gaze upon her, and it glowed with tender amorousness.
"You remind me--I have something to tell you.

In Italy, not everybody is quite poor.

For example, my grandfather, at Bologna.