He looked at her with a grim tightening of the lips.
"I want to ask you this," he said.

"What should I be the better for it all?
What use have I for friends who only gather round me because I am rich?
Shouldn't I be better off to have nothing to do with them, to live my own life, and make my own pleasures ?" She shrugged her shoulders.
"These people," she said, "of whom I have been speaking are masters of the situation.

You can't enjoy money alone! You want to race, hunt, entertain, shoot, join in the revels of country houses! You must be one of them or you can enjoy nothing." Monty's words were ringing back in his ears.

After all, pleasures could be bought--but happiness! "And you," he said, "you too think that these things you have mentioned are the things most to be desired in life ?" A certain restraint crept into her manner.
"Yes," she answered simply.
"I have been told," he said, "that you have given up these things to live your life differently.

That you choose to be a worker.