"You made Jaffery submit his careful editing to an expert, and you're honourably bound to accept the expert's verdict." "I do accept it," she retorted with a toss of her head and a flash of her eyes.

"Have I ever said I didn't?
But I'm at liberty to keep to my own opinion." Jaffery scratched his whiskers and beard and screwed up his face as he did in moments of perplexity.
"What exactly do you want changed ?" he asked.
"Just those few coarse touches you admit are yours." "Adrian wanted to get an atmosphere of rye-whisky and bad tobacco--not tea and strawberries." The eminent novelist's encomium had aroused the artist's pride in his first-born.

An altered word would spoil the book.
"My dear girl," said he, stretching out his great hand, from beneath which she wriggled an impatient shoulder, "my dear Doria," said he, very gently, "the possessor of the Order of Merit is both a critic and a man of common sense.

Anyway, he knows more about novels than either of us do.

If it weren't for him I would give you the proofs to blue pencil as much as you liked.