"It's a secret. I promise. Where do you publish?"
"I don't publish."
"No? You're an author after my own heart. I'm a critic, you see."
"Yes, I know."
"Do you? You read me?"
"Yes, always."
"When may I come and see you?"
"You may not come, please. I—I must go now."
"I have frightened you away."
"No, I only stayed on your account."