I know anyone can be wealthy, including me.

People who grew up without it never quite stop hearing the question. Not whether it can be done — plainly it can, by all sorts of people — but whether it can be done by somebody like you, from a house like that, with an accent like yours.

It surfaces in bank branches and estate agents' offices as a small impostor feeling. The sense that a man in a better coat is about to ask what you are doing here.

Nobody is going to ask. That doubt was never about arithmetic. It is about belonging, and belonging can be settled privately, long before anyone else confirms it.