And I'm living on scholarships and borrowed money from the family--and even
after I really start working I probably won't make enough to live on for
two or three years at least. And you can't ask a girl like that--"
"Oh, Ted, this is the twentieth century! I'm not telling you to hang up
your hat and live on your wife's private income--" "That's fortunate," from
Ted, rather stubbornly and with a set jaw.
"But there's no reason on earth--if you both really loved each other and
wanted to get married--why you couldn't let her pay her share for the first
few years. You know darn well you're going to make money sometime--"
"Well, then. And Elinor's sporting. She isn't the kind that needs six
butlers to live--she doesn't live that way now. That's just pride, Ted,
thinking that--and a rather bum variety of pride when you come down to it.
I hate these people who moan around and won't be happy unless they can do
everything themselves--they're generally the kind that give their wives a
charge account at Lucile's and ten dollars a year pocket money and go into
blue fits whenever poor spouse runs fifty cents over her allowance.