"Of course. What a question."
"I don't mean that one ought not to try to get on. But that alone doesn't seem worth living for."
"If it isn't, I don't know what is."
"What Sissie said—" very low.
"Oh, of course. I say, what sort of a person is Mrs. Bryant? Something of a termagant?"
"O no—I don't think—Oh, she is only a little quick-tempered. You must not mind if she does not seem particularly pleased to see you. Dr. Bryant will be delighted."
"Then you don't call him uncle?"
"Very often. Always when we are alone together, but Mrs. Bryant doesn't much like it."
"I say, Lettice," abruptly, "you have an allowance?"
"Twenty pounds a year."