"The editor has arranged for that already. For the present one, I mean."
"But you'll get paid for it extra, of course!"
"Oh yes."
"How much?" Miss Dobbs spoke carelessly, but her eyes were by no means careless.
"I'll get a shilling for every copy that's sold."
"And how many will they sell?"
"Nobody knows that," he said, and from his tone it seemed that aspect of the matter was unimportant.
"No, I expect not." Her tone coincided readily with his. "But I suppose a man like Stevenson or Bert Hobson would sell by the hundred thousand?"
"No idea," said the young man.
"But you ought to have an idea, Harry. It's very important. What you want is somebody with a head for business to look after your affairs."