She has you, and the flowers she's so fond of, and quiet friends of the kind she likes; while it's so different with me.
Besides, I was never meant for retirement." "That," laughed Lansing, "is very true." "Of course," Sylvia went on; "I shall be very quiet, but there are things one really has to take part in." "Bridge is expensive unless you're unusually lucky, or an excellent player," Lansing suggested.

"However, it would be more to the purpose if you mentioned what is the least you could manage with." Sylvia told him, and he knit his brows.
"Money's tight with me just now," he objected.
"You know it's only on account.

George will do ever so much better next year; and I dare say, if I pressed him, he would send another remittance." "His letter indicates that he'd find it difficult." "George wouldn't mind that.

He rather likes doing things that are hard, and it's comforting to think that self-denial doesn't cost him much.

I'm thankful I have him to look after the farm." Lansing regarded her with ironical amusement; he knew what her gratitude was worth.
"Yes," he agreed significantly, "George seldom expects anything for himself.