For what man will live on his wife's bounty?
Suppose they found the treasure (and with his old journalistic suspicion he was still skeptical), and divided it; why, the interest on his share would not pay for her dresses.

To the ordinary male eye her gowns looked inexpensive, but to him who had picked up odd bits of information not usually in the pathway of man, to him there was no secret about it.

That bodice and those sleeves of old Venetian point would have eaten up the gains of any three of his most prosperous months.
And Breitmann, dropping occasionally the ash of his cigarette on the tray, he, too, was pondering.

But his German strain did not make it so easy for him as for Fitzgerald to give concrete form to his thought.
The star, as he saw it, had a nebulous appearance.
M.Ferraud chatted gaily.

Usually a man who holds his audience is of single purpose.