No doubt, there's something wrong about the whole thing, but I don't see just what.

If woman is made to lead a sheltered life, to be supported by a man, to be a man's plaything, why, she can't often get the man she'd most like to be the plaything of, can she ?" "Isn't there any such thing as love ?" Lucia ventured wistfully.
"Marrying for love, I mean." "Not among OUR sort of people, except by accident," Margaret assured her.

"The money's the main thing.

We don't say so.

We try not to think so.