She looked up. She had been unaware of Mr. Rickman for the last hour, and certainly did not expect to find him there.
"What is it that you can't stand?"
"To see you working from morning to night. It—it isn't right, you know. You're paying me for this, and doing the half of it yourself."
"I'm not doing a quarter of it. You forget that you're working three times as fast as I can."
"And you forget that you're working three times as hard."
"No. I'm leaving the hard work to you."
"I wish you'd leave it all to me."
"In that case we should never have finished," said the lady.
He smiled. "Perhaps not. At any rate you've worked so hard that I can finish it now by myself."
She looked round the room. Undisguised fatigue was in the look. What they had done was nothing to what they had yet to do.