"What in?"
"In what I say."
"What did you say?"
"We must," I repeated, "offer something to somebody."
"That's not very enthusey. Unless"—and her whole face brightened—"you mean what you call your reading-chair. It threw me on to the floor and knelt on me only yesterday; and I know Aunt Anne——"
"Enid," I said sternly, "that's not the point."
"I was afraid not."
"The thing is, one must be in the swim. Everybody is offering things right and left now. Look at Sutherland, Derby—even Lloyd George."
"I didn't know they were friends of yours."
"Not exactly; but——"