"That accounts for it."
"Eh? Accounts for what?"
"Oh, everything," vaguely.
"What d'you mean, Nell?"
His tone was peremptory.
"Oh, I don't know," she hedged. "But I didn't mean his father, anyway. I meant him. What does he do, Denis?"
"Nothing, apparently."
"But why isn't he at school or college or somewhere?" her voice was scornful. "Do you mean to say he just hangs around all day, and does nothing?"
"Suppose so."
"Well!" said Nell.