What did this feeling wonderfully appear unless strangely irrelevant?
"I've no patience when I hear you talk as if you weren't horribly rich." He looked at her an instant as if guessing she might have derived that impression from Harold.

"What has that to do with it?
Does a rich man enjoy any more than a poor his wife's making a fool of him ?" Her eyes opened wider: it was one of her very few ways of betraying amusement.

There was little indeed to be amused at here except his choice of the particular invidious name.

"You know I don't believe a word you say." Mr.Cashmore drank his tea, then rose to carry the cup somewhere and put it down, declining with a motion any assistance.

When he was on the sofa again he resumed their intimate talk.