“Tell us about yourself, Mr. Sisson,” she said. “How do you like being in London?”
“I like London,” said Aaron.
Where did he live? Bloomsbury. Did he know many people? No—nobody except a man in the orchestra. How had he got his job? Through an agent. Etc. Etc.
“What do you make of the miners?” said Jim, suddenly taking a new line.
“Me?” said Sisson. “I don't make anything of them.”
“Do you think they'll make a stand against the government?”
“What for?”
“Nationalisation.”
“They might, one day.”
“Think they'd fight?”