"Yes and no. I am one of the editors who does not edit but is edited."

"It must be interesting," said Miss Trevor, vaguely.

"More interesting than you imagine. But then all work is that. In fact work
is the only permanently interesting thing in life. The rest produces
dissatisfaction and regret."

"Oh, I'm not so very dissatisfied. Yet I don't work."

"Are you quite sure? Think how hard you work at being fitted for gowns, at
going about to dinners and balls and the like, at chasing foxes and anise
seed bags and golf balls."

"But that is not work. It is amusing myself."

"Yes, you think so. But you forget that you are doing it in order that all
these people who don't count may read about it in the papers and so get a
little harmless relaxation."

"But we don't do it to get into the papers."

"Probably not. Neither did this--what is it here in my plate, a lamb
chop?--this lamb gambol about and keep itself in condition to form a course
at Segur's dinner. But after all, wasn't that what it was really for? Then
think how many people you support by your work."

"You make me feel like a day-labourer."