she would now talk about herself

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 seemsodd now." She looked meditative, and Hewet, who had been talkingmuch 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. When she thought of their day it seemedto her it was cut into four pieces by their meals. These divisionswere absolutely rigid, the contents of the day having to accommodatethemselves within the four rigid bars. Looking back at her life,that was what she saw. 　　"Breakfast nine; luncheon one; tea five; dinner eight," she said. 　　"Well," said Hewet, "what d'you do in the morning?""I need to play the piano for hours and hours.""And after luncheon?""Then I went shopping with one of my aunts. Or we went to see some one,or we took a message; or we did something that had to be done--the taps might be leaking. They visit the poor a good deal--old char-women with bad legs, women who want tickets for hospitals. 　　Or I used to walk in the park by myself. And after tea peoplesometimes called; or in summer we sat in the garden or played croquet;in winter I read aloud, while they worked; after dinner I playedthe piano and they wrote letters. If father was at home we had friendsof his to dinner, and about once a month we went up to the play. 　　Every now and then we dined out; sometimes I went to a dancein London, but that was difficult because of getting back.

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