“Yes.”
“Sometimes I have dinner too,” he nodded. “Then what do you do?”
“I have a great many things to do,” she repeated.
“I don’t have anything to do after dinner,” he said. “I just wander around until it’s time to go to bed.”
“That’s a waste of time.”
“I know it. It’s just killing time until the next day.”
She appeared interested.
“You have many friends?”
“They are all in London and Paris,” he answered.
“You have relatives.”