I may say that I have agreed with you all my life." The girl turned to her, grateful and quivering.
"At the same time," said Lady Winterbourne, relapsing with a long breath from tragic emphasis into a fluttering indecision equally characteristic, "as you say, one is inconsistent.

I was poor once, before Edward came to the title, and I did not at all like it--not at all.

And I don't wish my daughters to marry poor men; and what I should do without a maid or a carriage when I wanted it, I cannot imagine.
Edward makes the most of these things.

He tells me I have to choose between things as they are, and a graduated income tax which would leave nobody--not even the richest--more than four hundred a year." "Just enough, for one of those little houses on your station road," said Lord Maxwell, laughing at her.

"I think you might still have a maid." "There, you laugh," said Lady Winterbourne, vehemently: "the men do.