"They have accents, my dear," she told Amory, "not Southern accents or Boston accents, not an accent attached to any locality, just an accent"--she became dreamy. "They pick up old, moth-eaten London accents that are down on their luck and have to be used by some one. They talk as an English butler might after several years in a Chicago grand-opera company." She became almost incoherent--"Suppose--time in every Western woman's life--she feels her husband is prosperous enough for her to have--accent--they try to impress me, my dear--"