"You can't understand, Ned; but life's too short for everything. Perhaps you'll have to turn to work someday. Then you'll know."
"You don't work from eight o'clock at night till eleven anyway. Take my tip and come to the show and make a night of it. Waldron's going to be there. He's hunting this morning."
"I know."
The dinner bell had rung and now there came a knock at Raymond's door. Then Sabina entered and was departing again, but her lover bade her stay.
"Don't go, Sabina. This is my friend, Mr. Motyer—Miss Dinnett."
Motyer, remembering Raymond's recent snub, was exceedingly charming to Sabina. He stopped and chatted another five minutes, then mentioned the smoking concert again and so took his departure. Raymond spoke slightingly of him when he had gone.
"He's no good, really," he said. "An utter waster and only a hanger-on of sport—can't do anything himself but talk. Now he'll tell everybody in Bridport about you coming up here in the dinner-hour. Come and cheer me up. I'm bothered to death."
He kissed her and put his arms round her, but she would not stop.
"I can't stay here," she said. "I want to walk up the hill with you. If you're bothered, so am I, my darling."
He put on his hat and they went out together.