She had conceived an equal dislike for Lillah Harrison and her work in the Deptford Road, and for Evelyn M.and her profusion of love affairs.
"I play," she said with an affection of stolid composure.
"That's about it!" Evelyn laughed.

"We none of us do anything but play.
And that's why women like Lillah Harrison, who's worth twenty of you and me, have to work themselves to the bone.

But I'm tired of playing," she went on, lying flat on the bed, and raising her arms above her head.
Thus stretched out, she looked more diminutive than ever.
"I'm going to do something.

I've got a splendid idea.

Look here, you must join.