"They're stupid old things." "Well, I don't know," said Jacob, smoking his cigarette.

"There's St.
Paul's." "I mean going to an office," said Cruttendon.
"Hang it all," Jacob expostulated.
"But you don't count," said Jinny, looking at Cruttendon.

"You're mad.

I mean, you just think of painting." "Yes, I know.

I can't help it.