"Because, you see, the thing's got to be settled, one way or another.

Charles must write to Uncle John if he's going there." Ralph sighed impatiently.
"I suppose it doesn't much matter either way," he exclaimed.

"He's doomed to misery in the long run." A slight flush came into Joan's cheek.
"You know you're talking nonsense," she said.

"It doesn't hurt any one to have to earn their own living.

I'm very glad I have to earn mine." Ralph was pleased that she should feel this, and wished her to continue, but he went on, perversely enough.
"Isn't that only because you've forgotten how to enjoy yourself?
You never have time for anything decent--" "As for instance ?" "Well, going for walks, or music, or books, or seeing interesting people.