"My boy, is that a good reason for marrying her? Take the word of an elderly man: It isn’t worth while to marry _solely_ for love, because you are bound to fall in love with somebody else as soon as the honeymoon is over." "If not for love, what is one to marry for?" "Why, for compatability, position, money—these are the considerations that wise men weigh." Both were silent for a while, Claude thinking sardonically of his father’s charge that his view of family life was too materialistic. Then Mr. Fontaine resumed his objections. "How do you intend to support the young lady?" "Surely my interest in the firm is enough." "You never made a bigger mistake, Claude. Perhaps the fault is mine, though. For I have never driven home to you the relative value of an income of twelve thousand a year. That is what you’ve been spending." "Good Heavens, father! You exaggerate, surely." "Not in the least. I am in the habit of keeping very careful accounts, a habit it would do you no harm to acquire. Let me remind you that your new car cost five thousand dollars. That puts your weekly outgo roughly at a hundred and fifty, of which your chauffeur alone gets fifty." "I’ll cut down my extravagances! Besides, two can live more economically than one." "Can they? Well, just try it, my boy! I fear you’ve picked up that idea in some novel. But don’t forget that all novels are written by middle-class people and reflect middle-class notions of economy. Possibly a middle-class couple can save if they double up in one sordid flat, sleep in one bed, limit their amusements to the few which please both, compromise on the one or two friends whom neither dislikes too much, and generally lead the spiritual life of the Siamese twins. But this can’t be done in our class! With us, the diverse activities and needs of husband and wife make expenses for two run four times as high as expenses for one." Mr. Fontaine returned significantly to the assertion that he was in no position to play the benevolent father. He would not deny that the firm was doing business on a magnificent scale. But magnificence was costly, on the debit side as well as on the credit side. There were ferocities of competition that were slicing off the safe margins of profits, besides pressing the management into transactions involving a peculiar risk. "Risk!" exclaimed Claude, greatly surprised. Ha begged his father to remember the huge dividends recently declared on Fontaine & Company’s stock. "I didn’t say financial risk. There’s a tremendous legal risk."