'She's got an indiscreet voice,' I remarked. 'It's full of –' I hesitated.
'Her voice is full of money,' he said suddenly.
That was it. I'd never understood before. It was full of money – that was the inexhaustible charm that rose and fell in it, the jingle of it, the cymbals' song of it... High in a white palace the king's daughter, the golden girl...