Jenny.
[Scornfully.] Oh no, you're a gentleman and a barrister and an author, and you couldn't do anything to dirty those white hands that you're so careful about, could you?
Basil.
[Looking at his hands, then up at Jenny.] And what is it precisely you want me to do?
Jenny.
Well, you've been at the Bar for five years. I should have thought you could make something after all that time.
Basil.
I can't force the wily solicitor to give me briefs.
Jenny.
How do other fellows manage it?