"I don't know yet," she continued looking, "but you've a kind of flat look at the corners of your eyes where the fun ought to be."
"Now what on earth do you mean by that?"
"A lot. Tony! Almost you've got the——"
"Well?"
"The money face."
"Money face?"
"Um! You mustn't laugh, it's a dreadful face. Daddy had it. He caught it during the rubber boom and it never went away. Are you still doing things with that beastly syndicate, Tony?"
"Here, chuck it," he implored humorously. "We're sitting on the floor, you know. 'Tisn't fair."
But her expression remained very grave.
"I sometimes believe," she said, "you think that's all I'm good for. You don't talk to me as I want you to talk. I'm not always sitting on the floor, Tony. It's lovely at times, but other times I'm different. I'm—oh, I'm a bit of a surprise really."