‘At first, perhaps,’ said Sheila. ‘But that would wear off. And it would be a privilege for the secretary, I should think.’
‘A privilege!’ He laughed. ‘Why, the book is scandalous and atheistical.’
‘That’s why to help would be a privilege,’ she answered with a nervous smile. ‘Would it really help you to be able to dictate to someone?’
‘That would depend, I expect.’
She summoned her courage.
‘Well, to me, for instance?’
‘You!’
‘Yes, me,’ she said humbly. ‘I can spell, you know.’
‘You would do that for me?’ he exclaimed in amazement.
‘I’d willingly do it—for the cause,’ she added rather mischievously.