The plain fact was that New York had had an over-tonic effect on her.
"You were not a nagging woman, Constance," he went on in a somewhat softened tone.

"In fact you have been a good wife; you have never thrown it up to me that I was unable to make good to the degree of many of our friends in purely commercial lines.

All you have ever said is the truth.

A banking house pays low for its brains.

My God!" he cried stiffening out in the chair and clenching his fists, "it pays low for its temptations, too." There had been nothing in the world Carlton would not have given to make happy the woman who stood now, leaning on the table in cold silence, with averted head, regarding neither him nor the pile of greenbacks.
"Hundreds of thousands of dollars passed through my hands every week," he resumed.