A glance, and his eyes shifted; somehow, it gave him no pleasure, but the reverse, to see that handsome face and well-set-up, well-dressed figure.
"She was marrying me for money," he went on, when he had once more seated himself, legs crossed and cigarette going reflectively.

The idea seemed new to him--that people with money could marry for money, just as a capitalist goes only where he hopes to increase his capital.

But on examining it more closely, he was surprised to find that it was not new at all.

"What am I so virtuous about ?" said he.

"Wasn't _I_ after money, too?
If our circumstances were reversed, what would _I_ be doing ?" He could find but one honest answer.