"That money," she cried, almost vehemently, "you can be sure I won't lay a hand on it unless there's terrible need." He looked away. He couldn't bear to hear her talking about the rents and poverty. Would the two of them ever talk about anything else? Was that what he'd come home for? To hear more complaints? Outside people were hurrying past, almost racing toward the busy streets of town. Others were on their way to the movies. Girls were going out to meet their boyfriends. There was youth in the streets, and all of that was waiting for him.