"There is something to Jim," she insisted. "He can do things—respectable, dignified things—and make his living. It humiliates me to see him here in such a capacity——"
"As ours?" added Silvette, smiling.
"Yes, as ours. He is a man, and it does not become him."
"We are respectively physician and lawyer, but our talents and fortunes lie in this profession."
Diana flushed. "If we were anything except the frivolous, ease-loving, and pleasure-craving little beasts that we are, we wouldn't be here."
"No; we'd starve, respectably, in our several offices. Do you want Jim to starve?"
"I don't know," said Diana, almost fiercely; "I'd rather see him in want, I think, than doing this kind of thing."
"I don't believe he will do it very long—on a salary," laughed Silvette. "Christine evidently adores him."
Diana was silent; her sister laughed, and rose, putting one arm around her.
"Don't be sentimental over Jim Edgerton," she said; "he is a lightweight, Di."