"I did not know it," he answered, looking at hers.
"I am, anonymously."
"Better anonymously than avowedly."
"Will you read something I have written?"
"Thanks. I am not in the least a critic."
"I know that; you are too prejudiced, too narrow, to be one. All the same, will you read?"
"If you insist."
"I do insist. What is more, I have it with me. I have had it for several days, waiting for a good opportunity." She drew from her pocket a small flat package, and gave it to him.
"Must it be now?"
"Here and now. Where could we find a more appropriate atmosphere?"