“Decidedly; and I don’t suppose she does half s much as you and I in reality.”
“Oh well, I could hardly belie myself so far as to assert that. You see, it takes a long time to make people understand what a good barrister you would be if you got the chance to prove it.”
Hal could not resist a timely shot.
“Personally, I shoud advise you to try and prove it without the chance. The chance might undo the proving, you see.”
“What a rotten, mixed-up, meaningless remark!” he retorted. “Is it because you find I am so dull, you still have to talk to me?”
“Quin is never dull, he is only depressing. Dick, do hurry up and begin supper. I always feel horribly hungry here, because I know Quin has just come away from some starving family or other, and I have to try and eat to forget.”
Lorraine leant across to the dreamy-eyed first-class circketer, voluntarily giving his life to the slums.
“Why do you do it?” she asked with sudden interest. “It seems, somehow, unnatural in a—” she hesitated, then finished a little lamely, “a man like you.”
“Oh no, not at all,” he hastened to assure her. “It’s the most fascinating work in the world. It’s full of novelty and surprises for one thing.”
She shuddered a little.