“No one can say that I am mercenary.”
I was at some pains not to join Grahame in the roar of laughter provoked by this remark. Sibella knew of old how impossible it was for her to cope with Grahame, so she turned the batteries of her anger on me.
“I believe you quite agree with Grahame.”
“What about?”
“About my being mercenary.”
“I am sure I don’t.”
“Then why did you laugh?”
“I didn’t.”
“Well, I’m not mercenary, am I?”
“Of course not.” I smiled.