“I do not know where she is.”
“Why not go to California?”
“I have not money enough. Whatever set you to writing books, Christine?”
“How do you know I have been writing books?”
“I saw a review of a book by Christine Ruleson. It praised the bit novel a good deal—Did you get much for it?”
“They paid me vera weel.”
“How much?”
She hesitated a moment, and then said, “Three hundred and fifty pounds.”
“That is a deal of money for a book—I mean a storybook, like a novel. I did not know writing novels paid so well, or I would have chosen it, in place of the law.”
“The Domine thinks writing as a profession must choose you, that you cannot choose it.”