There's no difficulty in conceiving incidents; the difficulty is to put them into shape--not to get run away with, as Lady Theo was.

It ended disastrously for her, poor woman, for the book, as I planned it, was going to end in profound and sordid respectability.

Disowned by her father, she marries my hero, and they live in a snug little villa outside Croydon, in which town he is set up as a house agent.

He never succeeds in becoming a real gentleman after all.

That's the interesting part of it.