He peeled one of the nuts, and gave it back to her. Feeling her last remark to be quite unworthy of being replied to, he said nothing.
Vicky put her elbows on the table, and began to nibble the nut. "Lawyers never believe anything. You are a lawyer, aren't you?"
"Barrister."
"0h well, it's just the same. Fusty."
He glanced down at her. "Thanks a lot! Where did you learn your pretty manners?"
A sudden gurgle escaped her. "Absolute truth!"
He smiled, but said softly: "Careful! What makes you think barristers are fusty?"
"Oh, they all are!"
"Of course, you know so many." He saw her hunch one bare shoulder, and added: "Come off it, Vicky! You're forgetting that I knew you when you were a skinny brat with a band round your teeth. It won't wash."
"I must have been rather sweet," she said reflectively.