“No, by God,” he said. “I should be in a poor way otherwise.”
“You can't say you haven't the advantage—your JOB gives you the advantage.”
“All right. Then leave it out with my job, and leave me alone.”
“That's your way of dodging it.”
“My dear Aaron, I agree with you perfectly. There is no difference between us, save the fictitious advantage given to me by my job. Save for my job—which is to write lies—Aaron and I are two identical little men in one and the same little boat. Shall we leave it at that, now?”
“Yes,” said Aaron. “That's about it.”
“Let us shake hands on it—and go to bed, my dear chap. You are just recovering from influenza, and look paler than I like.”
“You mean you want to be rid of me,” said Aaron.
“Yes, I do mean that,” said Lilly.
“Ay,” said Aaron.