"Do you really think that?" she asked. "That one ought to 'stand in' with people."
"Of course!" Harry's tone was severe.
"You think it's right? You do it yourself?" Patricia's tone was sad. She could not see his face; but then neither could he see hers. For Patricia the question was of vital importance. Yet Harry was not conscious of the meaning of her question.
"You've got to do everything in this world," he assured her confidently.
"How base!" Patricia's protest was so low that it escaped Harry. "But surely, Harry, if you're any good...."
"All the more reason. Of course, it doesn't matter in Amy's case...."
"I must go and see her."
Patricia spoke mechanically. She was not thinking of Amy. She was thinking of Harry, and of herself.
"She'll probably tell you about Felix—with embellishments of her own. A few of the withering replies she's thought of since. I will say that for Amy: she improves her speeches a lot in revision." He laughed with some dryness.
"Harry!" protested Patricia. "I believe you're spiteful!"