'I thought we had agreed to be friends ?' Mallinson sighed wearily.

'I will come and call--some day,' he said dejectedly.
'I have not so many friends that I can afford a loss,' she answered pathetically; and then, 'Tell me about yourself.

What are you doing ?' 'Nothing.' 'No work ?' 'No.' Mallinson shook his head.
'Why ?' 'I have no incentive--nothing to work for.' 'That's cruel.' They played out their farce of sham sentiment with a luxurious earnestness for a little while longer, and then Mallinson went away.
'So he's doing no work ?' said Fielding maliciously to Miss Le Mesurier.
He leaned forward as he spoke from the embrasure of the second window, which was in a line with, and but a few feet apart from, that at which she was sitting.
Miss Le Mesurier flushed, and asked, 'How did you hear ?' 'Both windows are open.

Mallinson was leaning out.' The girl's confusion increased, and with it Fielding's enjoyment.

He repeated, 'So he's doing no work ?' 'A thousand a year, don't you know ?' said Conway, with a sneer.