Crawshaw. I wish to speak to her.
Viola. All right, I'll tell her. [She goes out. Richard picks up "The Times" and sits down again.]
Crawshaw [sitting down in a business-like way at his desk]. Richard, why don't you get something to do?
Richard. My dear fellow, I've only just finished breakfast.
Crawshaw. I mean generally. And apart, of course, from your—ah—work in the House.
Richard [a trifle cool]. I have something to do.
Crawshaw. Oh, reviewing. I mean something serious. You should get a directorship or something in the City.
Richard. I hate the City.
Crawshaw. Ah! there, my dear Richard, is that intellectual arrogance to which I had to call attention the other day at Basingstoke.
Richard [dryly]. Yes, so Viola was telling me.