“So do I,” said Lydia, “only——”
“Only?” said Lady Waring.
“Well, I’ve got to do something,” said Lydia.
“Do something?” said her hostess. “But you are. I really can’t think how Harry would get on without you. Don’t talk nonsense, my dear.”
“Yes, but,” said Lydia, frowning as she tried to formulate her ideas, “it’s not real work. You see, I’m twenty-four and I haven’t got any children and I’ll be put into something if I don’t do something. I suppose I really ought to be in a factory in the north of England, but while Noel is in England I don’t think either of us could bear it, which is very unpatriotic but we can’t help it.”
Lady Waring’s face assumed an expression of faint disgust.
“A factory, my dear?” she said. “Quite unsuitable. Why not the Land Army? You are excellent in the gard
