"If I could only not be celebrated," she said. "Do you think I can ever creep back into my hole again and be obscure?"
"Yes, if you'll write a book that nobody but I can read."
"Why, isn't Hambleby——?"
"Not he. He'll only make things worse for you. Ten times worse."
"How do you mean?"
"He may make you popular."
"Is that what you think of him?"
"Oh, I think a lot of him. So do you."
He smiled his old teasing and tormenting smile.
"Are you sure you're not just a little bit in love with that little banker's clerk?"