He was not in the habit of exerting himself in these days of unregeneration.

Anne was always smarter than he; he never knew just how much smarter she was but he knew when to feel apprehensive.
"You wanted to see me, George," she said abruptly.

"What is it you want?
Money ?" He scowled.

"I might have known you would ask that question.

No, I don't want money.