But I do love a fine figure, and she looks so distinguished in that cherry-coloured cloth, doesn't she ?" To all of which Madame agreed, as she bowed them out, with her ingratiating professional manner.
"It's so lovely to have clothes," said Gabriella, sinking back in the victoria, "money is one of the best gifts of the gods, isn't it ?" "It's hard to do without it," replied Mrs.Fowler, brisk and perfectly businesslike even in her generalizations.

"I expect the worst suffering in the world comes from poverty." Then, after a thoughtful pause, she added with the practical air of one who scorns to be abstract: "But do you know I sometimes think Archibald and I'd both be happier if we had never made any money at all--I mean, of course, except just enough to live simply somewhere in the South.
When once you begin, you can't stop, and I wish sometimes we had never begun." Above the narrow black velvet strings of her bonnet, her round florid face, from which the fine tracery of lines had vanished, assumed the intent and preoccupied expression which Gabriella associated with the pile of unpaid bills on the little French desk.

"I believe Archibald feels that way, too," she concluded after a minute, while her firm and unemotional lips closed together over the words.
"But you enjoy it so much when you have it." "That's just the trouble.

You have to enjoy it as quickly as you can because you never know when you are going to lose every bit of it without warning.

It's been that way ever since I married--rich one year, poor the next, or poor for two years and then rich for three.