"It sticks out of you, you know, that you've yourself written something.

Haven't you--and published?
I've a notion I could read YOU." "When I do publish," she said without moving, "you'll be the last one I shall tell.

I HAVE," she went on, "a lovely subject, but it would take an amount of treatment--!" "Tell us then at least what it is." At this she again met his eyes.

"Oh to tell it would be to express it, and that's just what I can't do.

What I meant to say just now," she added, "was that the French, to my sense, give us only again and again, for ever and ever, the same couple.