“Are you carrying out the doctrine?”
“No.”
“No? What are you doing, then?”
“Idling.”
“That’s unusual, isn’t it?”
Mayne threw his cigarette end out of the window.
“You think I ought to be moving on?”
“Yes,” said Rose, abruptly, as though moved by a sudden determination. “Why don’t you?”
He again met her eyes, this time doggedly.
“Why should I?”