"I'd be grateful if you'd say nothing as yet—you see I've only done these two, and what's a couple of short stories? Besides, it's not really my job, only it's amusing, and one can rub it in that way, and reach a larger class than by the strictly military article—no one knows anything about it except the editor of The Point of View—and you—I'd rather you didn't mention it, if you don't mind."
"Of course I shan't mention it, but I shall look out for 'Ubique' with much greater interest."
"And still think him a beast?"
"That depends on what he writes."
"I'm not so much concerned about what you think of Ubique as that you should remember that I mean what I say."
"You say a good many absurd things."
"Yes, but this is not absurd—when I want a thing very much . . ."
"Oh, you needn't say all that again. Be a silent, strong man like the heroes in Seton Merriman, they're much the best kind."
"I'm not particularly silent, but I flatter myself that . . ."
"It's a shame to crawl over this lovely grass—come on and have a canter," said Mary.