Already Gabriella was learning how dangerously easy it was to irritate George.
Serious discussions always appeared to disturb him, and at the first allusion to the responsibilities he had assumed, she could see the look of bored restlessness creep into his face.

It was evidently abhorrent to him to hear her talk about business; but with her practical nature and her fundamental common sense it was impossible that she should be content to remain in a fool's paradise of financial mysteries.

She had only the vaguest idea how he earned a living, and a still vaguer one of what that living represented.

There was an impression in her mind that he worked in his father's office somewhere in Wall Street--he had once given her the number--and that he went "downtown" every morning after breakfast and did not get home to luncheon.

Cousin Jimmy had once told her that George's father was a stockbroker, but this information conveyed little to her mind.