I suppose, when a man sets himself to make anything, he must have it all his own way, or he can't do it." "I suppose that's it.

I know Tom is very angry with the editor when he wants to alter anything he has written.

I'm sure Tom's right, too.

You can't think how much better Tom's way always is!--He makes that quite clear, even to poor, stupid me.

But then, you know, Tom's a genius; that's one thing there's _no_ doubt of!--But you haven't told me yet where you are." "You remember Miss Mortimer, of Durnmelling ?" "Quite well, of course." "She is Mrs.Redmain now: I am with her." "You don't mean it! Why, Tom knows her very well! He has been several times to parties at her house." "And not you, too ?" asked Mary.
"Oh, dear, no!" answered Letty, laughing, superior at Mary's ignorance.
"It's not the fashion in London, at least for distinguished persons like my Tom, to take their wives to parties." "Are there no ladies at those parties, then ?" "Oh, yes!" replied Letty, smiling again at Mary's ignorance of the world, "the grandest of ladies--duchesses and all.