He began to sift the sand through his fingers swiftly.
“Duties?” he said in a low voice.
“Yes. Oughtn’t we to do something presently, something besides being happy?”
“What do you mean, Domini?”
“I hardly know, I don’t know. You tell me.”
There was an urging in her voice, as if she wanted, almost demanded, something of him.
“You mean that a man must do some work in his life if he is to keep himself a man,” he said, not as if he were asking a question.
He spoke reluctantly but firmly.
“You know,” he added, “that I have worked hard all my life, hard like a labourer.”
“Yes, I know,” she said.