right and wrong

With that he gathered himself up painfully and feebly dropped into a

chair, in which he leaned back with his face in his hands. Nana

began pacing up and down in her turn. For a second or two she

looked at the stained wallpaper, the greasy toilet table, the whole

dirty little room as it basked in the pale sunlight. Then she

paused in front of the count and spoke with quiet directness.

"It's strange how rich men fancy they can have everything for their

money. Well, and if I don't want to consent--what then? I don't