It is too.
He has to earn his living.

But St.John's sister--" Hewet puffed in silence.

"No one takes her seriously, poor dear.

She feeds the rabbits." "Yes," said Rachel.

"I've fed rabbits for twenty-four years; it seems odd now." She looked meditative, and Hewet, who had been talking much at random and instinctively adopting the feminine point of view, saw that she would now talk about herself, which was what he wanted, for so they might come to know each other.
She looked back meditatively upon her past life.
"How do you spend your day ?" he asked.
She meditated still.