“Do you think of a plot first, or do you just make it up as you go along?”
“It all depends.”
She made the meaningless reply that had so often served her before.
“I should never know what to make the people say next. Aren’t conversations awfully difficult?”
“Sometimes.”
“I suppose you are always on the look-out for people to put into your books—under invented names, of course.”
“I don’t think I am.”
“Oh, but I expect you are! I expect really you sit there, taking it all in, you know.”
Why did people always think it necessary to talk to her like this?
“You ought to write a play. They say it pays like fun.”