Who told you it wasn't ?' 'Why, nobody.

But since you've been here--that's a fortnight now--I've observed that you've led an invalid's life.' 'I am lazy, that's all; and I'm in rather a bad temper,' Helen smiled; 'and it's very warm weather.' 'Well, when you're not lazy; when you're not in a bad temper; when it's cold weather--what do you do with yourself, anyway ?' Franklin, now that he had fairly come to his point, folded his papers, clasped his hands around his knees and looked expectantly at her.
Helen returned his gaze for some moments in silence; then she found that she was quite willing to give Mr.Kane all he asked for--a detached sincerity.

'I can't say that I do anything,' she replied.
'Haven't you any occupation ?' 'Not unless staying about with people is an occupation,' Helen suggested.

'I'm rather good at that--when I'm not too lazy and not too out of temper.' 'You don't consider society an occupation.

It's only justifiable as a recreation when work's done.