"No. I don't believe he does. But that's not the point."
"I don't really see that there is a point to it at all."
Ursula lit one cigarette from another and threw the dead end into the grate. She did not like smoking a lot just now, but really, with Mary——
"Well, some one's got to do it," said Mary.
"Why? Do what?"
"Oh, see that nurses are provided and that the girls get situations and—oh, I don't know. Besides, I like it."
"Of course." Ursula smiled pityingly. "I suppose when you have so few other ties——"
Mary flushed.
Ursula continued:
"You look tired. I'm sure you do too much. I shall speak to John about it. Why don't you go in for golf?"