“Oh no, de-er; not permanently of course,” said Miss Dear pausing in her tweakings and adjustments of draperies to glance watchfully through the gloom.
“I’m still a member there.”
“Oh yes.”
“But I’ve got to look after myself. They don’t give you a chance.”
“No——”
“It’s rush in and rush out and rush in and rush out.”
“What are you going to do? ... what do you want with me....”
“What do you mean de-er.”
“Well I mean, are you going on nursing.”
“Of course de-er. I was going to tell you.”