hopeless. It deserved all the pulverising it got. But, besides that, it was an evil book. The man believed every word of what he was saying, and I'm very much mistaken if he hadn't tried the greater part of his receipts.”
“Well, I only remember Harrington's review of it, and I must say if I'd been the author it would have quenched my literary ambition for good. I should never have held up my head again.”
“It hasn't had that effect in the present case. But come, it's half-past three; I must be off.”
On the way home the Secretary's wife said, “I do hope that horrible man won't find out that Mr. Dunning had anything to do with the rejection of his paper.” “I don't think there's much chance of that,” said the Secretary. “Dunning won't mention it himself, for these matters are confidential, and none of us will for the same reason. Karswell won't know his name, for Dunning hasn't published anything on the same subject yet. The only danger is that Karswell might find out, if he was to
