It's rubbish, but rubbish of a very special kind, of fine quality.' Marian had not yet spoken, save a word or two in reply to Jasper's greeting; now and then she just glanced at him, but for the most part her eyes were cast down.

Now Jasper addressed her.
'A year ago, Miss Yule, I shouldn't have believed myself capable of such activity.

In fact I wasn't capable of it then.' 'You think such work won't be too great a strain upon you ?' she asked.
'Oh, this isn't a specimen day, you know.

To-morrow I shall very likely do nothing but finish my West End article, in an easy two or three hours.

There's no knowing; I might perhaps keep up the high pressure if I tried.