"Why"—Harry hesitated—"I was ill in my chamber."
"Reading?"
"Perhaps. Killing time lazily."
"You have frequently to do that, I presume?"
"Sir?"
"You have no orderly programme arranged for every day?"
"Well, it varies."
"But never includes any useful occupation, I believe?"
"Well, I can afford to enjoy life."
"You are rich, you said. How fortunate to be rich! The great problem of life then is solved for you by the drawing of a quarterly check?"