"My dear Rose," I answered, laying down my egg-spoon, "why in the world should I do anything? My position is a comfortable one. I have an income nearly sufficient for my wants (no one‘s income is ever quite sufficient, you know), I enjoy an eviable social position: I am brother to Lord Burlesdin, and brother-in-law to that charming lady, his countess. Behold, it is enough!"
- P11