Elfrida wished that her scruples were not so acute about arranging it by writing for the press.

"If I could think for a moment that I had any right to it as a means of expression!" she reflected.

"But I haven't.

It is an art for others.
And it _is_ an art, as sacred as mine.

I have no business to degrade it to my uses." Her mental position when she went to see Frank Parke was a cynical compromise with her artistic conscience, of which she nevertheless sincerely regretted the necessity.
The correspondent of the _Daily Dial_ had a club for one side of the river and a cafe for the other.