"Doing with myself?" he echoed. Already he was conscious of her drift.
"You never talk of your work."
"I am reading for the Bar."
"What does that mean?" she smiled. Vivette had met these young barristers.
"I shall soon be called."
"Till then, you will be waiting for work."
"You are interested?" Peter inquired with an effort to assume an innocent detachment.
"Hasn't it occurred to you," Vivette persisted, "that you're in rather a bad way?"
He moved uncomfortably, then rushed to the point: