Craik raised his eyebrows.
“And renown,” he said, “do you want that?”
“Not in the least, except for its intrinsic value.”
Craik banged his hand down on the arm of his chair and laughed aloud.
“This is splendid!” he cried. “I have never met such a practical person. Then you would be content to work for a sufficient income without ever being known to the world?”
“Yes, provided that the work was genuine and not given to me out of mere charity.”
The editor of the Commentator looked at her gravely. He had suddenly remembered Cipriani de Lloseta.
“Oh, you are proud!” he said.
Eve laughed with a negative shake of the head.
“Not more than other people,” she answered.