It was all right, he said, so long as he refrained from disclosing the name of the person who had written it.

Not that she would have been any the wiser if he had.
"And it was you who discovered him ?" Her voice lingered with a peculiarly tender and agreeable vibration on the "you." He closed his eyes and let that, too, sink into him.
"Yes," he murmured, "nobody else has had a hand in it--as yet." "And what are you going to do with him now you have discovered him ?" He opened his eyes, startled by the uncomfortable suggestion.

It had not yet occurred to him that the discovery of Rickman could entail any responsibility whatever.
"I don't know that I'm going to do anything with him.

Unless some day I use him for an article." "Oh, Horace, is that the way you treat your friends ?" He smiled.

"Yes Lucy, sometimes, when they deserve it." "You haven't told me your friend's name ?" "No.