Honeychurch after you."

"I'm shockingly stupid over local affairs," said the young man
languidly. "I can't even remember the difference between a Parish
Council and a Local Government Board. Perhaps there is no
difference, or perhaps those aren't the right names. I only go
into the country to see my friends and to enjoy the scenery. It
is very remiss of me. Italy and London are the only places where
I don't feel to exist on sufferance."

Mr. Beebe, distressed at this heavy reception of Cissie and
Albert, determined to shift the subject.

"Let me see, Mr. Vyse--I forget--what is your profession?"

"I have no profession," said Cecil. "It is another example of my
decadence. My attitude quite an indefensible one--is that so long
as I am no trouble to any one I have a right to do as I like.
I know I ought to be getting money out of people, or devoting
myself to things I don't care a straw about, but somehow, I've
not been able to begin."

"You are very fortunate," said Mr. Beebe. "It is a wonderful
opportunity, the possession of leisure."

His voice was rather parochial, but he did not quite see his way
to answering naturally. He felt, as all who have regular
occupation must feel, that others should have it also.

"I am glad that you approve. I daren't face the healthy person--