her husband is quite musical. He plays a church organ. I am going to
dinner with them on Thursday, and then to the Gadski concert.
They're both quite music mad."

"Well, I hope he can afford to buy tickets for Gadski, but marriage
is a pretty expensive business," Mrs. Salisbury said pleasantly,
"What is he, a chauffeur--a salesman?" To do her justice, she knew
the question would not offend, for Justine, like any girl from a
small town, was not fastidious as to the position of her friends;
was very fond of the policeman on the corner and his pretty wife,
and liked a chat with Mrs. Sargent's chauffeur when occasion arose.

But the girl's answer, in this case, was a masterly thrust.

"No; he's something in a bank, Mrs. Salisbury. He's paying teller in
that little bank at Burton Corners, beyond Burning Woods. But, of
course, he hopes for promotion; they all do. I believe he is trying
to get into the River Falls Mutual Savings, but I'm not sure."

Mrs. Salisbury felt the blood in her face. Kane Salisbury had been
in a bank when she married him; was cashier of the River Falls
Mutual Savings Bank now.

She carried away the asters she had been arranging, without further
remark. But Justine's attitude rankled. Mrs. Salisbury, absurd as
she felt her own position to be, could not ignore the impertinence
of her maid's point of view. Theoretically, what Justine thought
mattered less than nothing. Actually it really made a great
difference to the mistress of the house.