“And you can't prevent her without legal proceedings. She's your wife. But you needn't take proceedings, you know. It's only a warning.”
Mr. Dimmidge nodded approvingly. “That's so.”
“You'll want it published for four weeks, until date?” asked the editor.
“Mebbe longer, lad.”
The editor wrote “till forbid” in the margin of the paper and smiled.
“How big will it be?” said Mr. Dimmidge.
The editor took up a copy of the “Clarion” and indicated about an inch of space. Mr. Dimmidge's face fell.
“I want it bigger,—in large letters, like a play-card,” he said. “That's no good for a warning.”
“You can have half a column or a whole column if you like,” said the editor airily.
“I'll take a whole one,” said Mr. Dimmidge simply.