“Life is upsetting enough, without the novels taking a share,” said Mr. Her eyes were lit with smouldering
passion. "That would be certain
destruction. Could you come to tea at my rooms one
afternoon, or would you dine with me somewhere, and do a theatre? We could
have a private room, of course, if you do not wish to be seen about London, and
a box at the theatre. Capes was irritatingly judicial in the matter, neither
absurdly against, in which case one might have smashed him, or hopelessly
undecided, but tepidly sceptical. She was the actress his whim had chosen to play a passive
part. But between us, we'll
have him writing books some day. ‘Your mystery lady, I mean. He was a fool. On his return to the room, Jonathan purposely left the door of the Well Hole ajar. Compared with her father and Mr. Anyway, I only smoke
occasionally. Next moment, she had shut the bookshelf panel upon him.
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