So I have come to ask you whether you seriously thought so, or whether it was only politeness--_blague_--or what?
I know it is horrible of me to insist like, this, but you see I must." Her big dark eyed looked at him without a shadow of appeal, rather as if he were destiny and she were unafraid.
"Oh, I meant it," he returned ponderingly.

"You can often tell by the way people talk that they would write well.
But there are many things to be considered, you know." "Oh, I know--whether one has any real right to write, anything to say that makes it worth while.

I'm afraid I can't find that I have.

But there must be scullery-maid's work in literature--in journalism, isn't there?
I could do that, I thought.

After all, it's only one's own art that one need keep sacred." She added the last sentence a little defiantly.
Bat the correspondent of the _Daily Dial_ was not thinking of that aspect of the matter.