despiser of fiction is all very well so long as it costs one nothing. But I'm not going to let the Archdeak lay his claws on any fifty thousand a year in royalties that I know I can persuade to come my way, particularly when by doing so he'll make my darling Mumsie unhappy. So take it from me, Bish, that when you've copied out this 'Edgar and Lilian' stuff the next thing you'll do is to put it on the fire; and I'm the lady who's going to stand by and see it done. And now," she concluded, "I must leave you to your task, you poor old lobster; but you can perform it with an easy mind. I shan't do any flirting with Captain Yarborough this afternoon. He may leer his damnedest and not so much as an œillade shall reward him for his trouble. My thought will be all for my Bishie."
"I suppose," he said, "you wouldn't
