Edith Wharton,
The Custom of the Country — Chapter XII
(1913)
“ She sat brooding for a moment and then suddenly took Ralph's hand. "Couldn't your people do something--help us out just this once, I mean?"He flushed to the forehead: it seemed inconceivable that she should make such a suggestion."I couldn't ask them--it's not possible. My grandfather does as much as he can for me, and my mother has nothing but what he gives her."Undine seemed unconscious of his embarrassment. "He doesn't give us nearly as much as father does," she said; and, as Ralph remained silent, she went on:"Couldn't you ask your sister, then? I must have some clothes to go home in." ”
