“Because she isn’t, that’s why.”
“But if—”
“See you at the printer’s at twelve,” said Clodd to Peter, and went out suddenly.
“Well, I think he’s an idiot,” said the sub-editor.
“I do not often,” said the editor, “but on this point I agree with him. Cadging for advertisements isn’t a woman’s work.”
“But what is the difference between—”
“All the difference in the world,” thought the editor.
“You don’t know what I was going to say,” returned his sub.
“I know the drift of it,” asserted the editor.
“But you let me—”