You promised not to use it." Kathleen eyed her with a contemptuous smile.

"My dear Miss Harlowe, you must be very obtuse to imagine even for an instant that I would spoil a good story by writing only what you gave me permission to write.

What do you know of the requirements of my paper, or of the style in which a story should be written?
The story was too good to let pass.

I knew, though, that you would never consent to allowing me to use your name.

So I said 'Very well,' and used it.