Haw! You only fancy you're rushed. Your life is a rest-cure compared with mine. You've no conception, either of you, what my days are just now.
Philip.
[Finding himself addressed.] Exhausting, no doubt.
Green.
Take to-day, for example. I was in my bath at half-past-seven——
Roope.
Half-past-seven!
Green.
Though I wasn't in bed till two this morning. At eight I had a cup of coffee and a piece of dry toast, and skimmed the papers. From eight-thirty till ten I dictated a special article on our modern English hostesses—"The Hostesses of England: Is Hospitality Declining?", a question I answer in the negative——
Roope.