"You make me feel quite faint, Tony," he said, "you're so spacious." Then he took a long drink.
"And what do you propose doing," he added, "if Little Eva's beaten?"
"I shall have to work," said Tony.
Reggie stared at him in unaffected amazement.
"Have to what?" he repeated.
"Work," repeated Tony. "I believe it's very difficult and unpleasant, but I don't see any other prospect."
A mingled look of horror and admiration crept across Reggie's face.
"What could you do?" he asked breathlessly.
"I might drive a car," answered Tony hopefully. "I can't think of anything else at the moment."
Reggie took a deep breath,