'What I want is money.' 'Well, but what do you want to do with money ?' Franklin inquired, receiving the sordid avowal without a blink.
'I really don't know,' said Helen; 'to use what you call my power, I suppose.' 'How would you use it?
You haven't trained yourself for any use of it--except enjoyment--as far as I can see.' 'I think I could spend money well.

I'd give the people I liked a good time.' 'You'd waste their time, and yours, you mean.

Not that I object to the spending of money--if it's in the right way.' 'I think I could find the right way, if I had it.' She was speaking with quite the seriousness she had disowned.

'I hate injustice, and I hate ugliness.

I think I could make things nicer if I had money.' Franklin now was silent for some time, considering her narrowly, and since she had now looked down from the branches and back at him, their eyes met in a long encounter.