"I did the organization, the head work of the thing," said Toby. "That's the rub."
"Bosh!"
"Lily, you are really very vulgar and common in your language sometimes," said Toby. "I have often meant to speak to you about it; it makes me very unhappy."
"Indeed! Try and cheer up. But really, Toby, and quite seriously, I wish you would settle to do something; I don't care what. Go into the Foreign Office."
"Languages," said Toby; "I don't know any."
"Or some other office, or buy a farm, and work it properly, and try to make it pay. Give your mind seriously to something. I hate a loafer. Besides, a profession seems to me the greatest luxury in the world."
"Plain folk like me don't care for luxuries," said Toby. "I'm not like Kit. Kit is perfectly happy without the necessaries of life, provided she has the luxuries."
This diversion was more successful. Lily was silent a moment.
"Toby, I'm afraid I don't like your sister-in-law," she said at length.
Toby plunged with fervour into the new topic.