I don't know how they talked before, but I know that they do not talk now as though earning the income was a sort of round game.
When they have tried it the other way round.
On the Continent they have gone deliberately to work, one would imagine, to reverse matters.

Abroad woman is always where man ought to be, and man where most ladies would prefer to meet with women.

The ladies _garde- robe_ is superintended by a superannuated sergeant of artillery.

When I want to curl my moustache, say, I have to make application to a superb golden-haired creature, who stands by and watches me with an interested smile.

I would be much happier waited on by the superannuated sergeant, and my wife tells me she could very well spare him.