'Have to——?' he encouraged her, lazily smiling.
'Have to work, or else not eat.'
'Even under your hard rule I wouldn't have to work much. My appetite is mercifully small.'
'It would grow if you sweated for your bread.'
'Help! help!' he said, not above his usual tone, but slowly he turned his fine head as the door opened. He fixed the amused grey-green eyes on old Mr. Fox-Moore: 'A small and inoffensive pillar of the Upper House is in the act of being abolished.'
'What, is she talking politics? She never favours me with her views,' said Fox-Moore, with his chimpanzee smile.
When Borrodaile had said good-bye, Vida followed him to the top of the stairs.
'It's rather on my mind that I—I've not been very nice to you.'
'"I would not hear thine enemy say so."'
'Yes, I've been rather horrid. I went and Trafalgar-Squared you, when I ought to have amused you.'