“What is your way?”
“Why, being one of those who count only in the census, I naturally take a view rather different from yours. Now I should say that your people don’t count. You see, I am most deeply interested in people who read newspapers.”
“Oh, you write for the papers, like Jim Segur? What do you write?”
“What they call editorials.”
“You are an editor?”
“Yes and no. I am one of the editors who does not edit but is edited.”
“It must be interesting,” said Miss Trevor, vaguely.
“More interesting than you imagine. But then all work is that. In fact work is the only permanently interesting thing in life. The rest produces dissatisfaction and regret.”
“Oh, I’m not so very dissatisfied. Yet I don’t work.”
“Are you quite sure? Think how hard you work at being fitted for gowns, at going about to dinners and balls and the like, at chasing foxes and anise seed bags and golf balls.”