"Not unless you make it that. Basil, I wish you would come out into the world. You are a good man: ever so much better than these dear souls who hunt, and ride, and shoot, and prop up the country. You tower above them. The nice hard lines of your face proclaim you! I wish you earned your living."
"I think I do. No one can call me idle."
"No, you are very busy."
"And I employ a large number of men."
Her lips twitched. "I know. You are one of the props. But you have so much more than you need. Wouldn't you like to do something with it? Will you let me be another Simon Smith?"
"I think his system of charity is pernicious!"
"What's yours? Don't you give jellies to your Mrs. Jims?"
"Yes."
"It is just the same thing."
"We shall never agree on these subjects, Theresa."