EDGAR. Of course these artist people are very self-conscious and assertive and—
SHEILA. But he’s not assertive. He’s—he’s seductive. And he makes fun of things.
EDGAR. No harm in that.
SHEILA. Yes, there is. He makes fun of the wrong things. Why do you call him an artist, Edgar? He’s not one.
EDGAR. Oh! he’s artistic—literary and so on—It’s all the same.
SHEILA. But he’s a barrister, isn’t he?
EDGAR. Oh! yes, of sorts. He never had a brief.
SHEILA. Then how does he—I mean how does he get an income? Why doesn’t he go into the business, too?
EDGAR. Oh! ho! Leonard in the business! No. The old Pater prefers to pay him a handsome allowance to keep out. Besides, Leonard makes about five shillings a month by literature.
SHEILA. How horrid to be quite dependent like that! Why do you let him?