‘Do you work very hard there?’
‘Terribly hard.’
‘Drawing or painting?’
‘Some of both. Nothing of either.’
‘I suppose you wouldn’t show me some of your things?’
‘Couldn’t. I’ve nothing here. I’m having a rest.’ He twinkled at her.
‘What a pity! I should so have loved.... Which are you best at, drawing or painting?’
‘Oh, I don’t know. Drawing, I think. But I’m not any good. I just waste time.’
‘Why do you?’
‘Why indeed?’