“There are three ways never known to fail.”
“Oh! do tell one. How I wish Charlie were here!”
“Well, first, he can write a book, not a book likely to run through the fictional monthlies, you know, but a sound, solid, substantial book, say, on Estovers.”
“What’s Estovers? It sounds like something to eat. Charlie could manage that.”
“You’d better ask your cousin to tell you all about Estovers. It will help him to write the book.”
“And how long will that take?”
“Oh! not long. Say, ten or fifteen years for it to be written and get known.”
The sunshine faded from the bright face of Miss des Forges.
“As well say a lifetime,” she pouted. “And what’s another way—a short way, you understand, Mr. Beaumont?”
“Well, there’s huggery.”