“He lives in London; but I have a friend who knows him. May I send an outline to him through that friend, and ask him whether he can advise you in the matter?”
“You may; and thank you a thousand times!”
“A mind like that, with knowledge, zeal, and invention, must surely throw some light.”
“One would think so, dear friend.”
“I'll write to-night and send a letter to Greatrex; we shall perhaps get an answer the day after to-morrow.”
“Ah! you are not the one to go to sleep in the service of a friend. A writer, did you say? What does he write?”
“Fiction.”
“What, novels?”
“And dramas and all.”
Lady Bassett sighed incredulously. “I should never think of going to Fiction for wisdom.”