Evelyn. I don't think there's any good in quarreling at all.
Cecil. Oh, yes, there is. There's the making it up again.
Evelyn. Was that why you used to quarrel with your sister?
Cecil. I expect so, though I didn't know it, of course—then. I used to tease her awfully, I remember, and pull her hair. She had awfully jolly hair. Like yours—oh! I forgot, I mustn't say that. Used you to pull Reggie's hair?
Evelyn [laughing]. I'm afraid I did sometimes.
Cecil. I was sure of it. How long was he with you?
Evelyn. Till he went to Winchester. And of course he used to be with us in the holidays after that. And he comes to us now whenever he can get away for a few days. He's in his uncle's office in the city. He'll be a partner some day.
Cecil. Poor chap!
Evelyn. Poor chap! Mother says he's very fortunate.
Cecil. She would. Parents always think it very fortunate when young men have to go to an office every day. I know mine do.