It will make his everlasting fortune." "Why don't you write it, Basil ?" she asked.

"It's a delightful idea.

You could do it splendidly." He became fascinated with the notion.

He developed it in detail; but at the end he sighed and said: "With this 'Every Other Week' work on my hands, of course I can't attempt a novel.

But perhaps I sha'n't have it long." She was instantly anxious to know what he meant, and the novel and Miss Leighton's affair were both dropped out of their thoughts.