"I am going to post this myself," he said, "because I can't trust you for a minute."
He ran out bareheaded and came back again.
"You can't do without me," he said, "you can't do without me for a minute."
He sat down in his old place, and began, always as if nothing had happened. "And now about Hambleby. Another day, Jinny, and I should have been too late to save him."
"But, George, it's awful. They'll never understand. They don't realize the deadly grind. They see me moving in scenes of leisured splendour."
"Tell them you don't move in scenes of leisured anything."
"The scenes I do move in! I was so happy once, when I hadn't any money, when nobody but you knew anything about me."
"Were you really, Jinny?"
"Yes. And before that, when I was quite alone. Think of the hours, the days, the months I had to myself."
"Then the curse fell, and you became celeb——Even then, with a little strength of mind, you might have saved yourself. Do you think, if I became celebrated, I should give myself up to be devoured?"