‘I happen to know Mrs Boston Wright, who edits it. Met her at a house the other day, and told her frankly that she would have to give my sisters something to do. It’s the only way to get on; one has to take it for granted that people are willing to help you. I have made a host of new acquaintances just lately.’
‘I’m glad to hear it,’ said Marian.
‘Do you know—but how should you? I am going to write for the new magazine, The Current.’
‘Indeed!’
‘Edited by that man Fadge.’
‘Yes.’
‘Your father has no affection for him, I know.’
‘He has no reason to have, Mr Milvain.’
‘No, no. Fadge is an offensive fellow, when he likes; and I fancy he very often does like. Well, I must make what use of him I can.
You won’t think worse of me because I write for him?’