enough of your face."

"Oh well!" said Hal jauntily, "if I had as much time as you to study
the fashions, I daresay I should know as much about them. But I have
to _work_ for my living," with satirical emphasis.

"What a nuisance for you," with a delightful smile. "I only pretend to
work for mine."

"We all know that. You sit on a stool, and look nice, and wait for a
brief to come along and beg to be taken up."

"It's a chair. I'm not one of the clerks. And I shouldn't get a brief
any quicker if I went and shouted on the housetops that I wanted one."

"Besides, you don't want one. You know you wouldn't know what to do
with it if you got it. Well, how's East London?... "and Hall crossed
to the slum-worker, with a show of interest she evidently did not feel
for the embryo barrister. Lorraine smiled at him, however, and he
moved leisurely forward to take the vacant seat beside her on the sofa.

"Is Hal trying to sharpen her wit at your expense?" she asked him, in a
friendly, natural way.

"Yes; but it's a very blunt weapon at the best. People who always
think they are the only ones to work are very tiring; don't you think
so?"

"Decidedly; and I don't suppose she does half s much as you and I in
reality."