Kathleen gave her one-sided smile—her Mona Lisa smile her admirers called it:—
"Where you leave off is not liable to be a bed of roses if you keep on as you've begun." She looked up at her brother gravely as she tapped the end of her cigarette and dropped it in the ash receiver. "Why don't you use your brains?" she asked. "Can't you see that the more father notices that you have no ambition, the tighter he will draw the rein?"
"I have plenty of ambition."
"For work?"
"Oh, you make me tired!"
The young man resumed his impatient walk.
The sister leaned back in her chair, her dark eyes following him, without the hint of a smile.
"I'd like to see you tired," she said seriously.
He turned on her. "Ever see me after a polo game?"