There is something sarcastic in her smile.
"He must.

It is detestable, of course.

One would like a girl in his own rank, but there are so few of them with money, and when there is one, her people want her to marry a Duke or a foreign Prince--so tiresome of them!" "It is all such folly," says Margaret, knitting her brows.
"Utter folly," says Lady Rylton.

"That is what makes it so wise! It would be folly to marry a satyr--satyrs are horrid--but if the satyr had _millions!_ Oh, the wisdom of it!" "You go too far!" says Margaret.

"Money is not everything." "And Maurice is not a satyr," says Mrs.Bethune, a trifle unwisely.
She has been watching the players on the ground below.