"I could hardly venture to keep them, could I?"
"Why not?"
"On so slight an acquaintance! It was very kind of you to let me see them before they were published."
"They're not going to be published."
"Oh, you must publish them. They're so very pretty."
"Didn't you think I meant you to keep them?"
"I should have been very conceited if I had, shouldn't I?"
"Well, they were for you—not to be published. If you don't like them, they'll be burned, that's all."
Janet stole a glance at his face; he looked like a petulant Apollo—so she thought.