He smiled. "I believe," he said, "you thought I was the man come to tune the piano."
"Did I look as if I did?"
"A little."
"Do I now?" She was beginning to like Brodrick.
"Not so much. As it happens, I have come partly for the pleasure of seeing you and partly—to discuss, if you don't mind, some business."
Jane was aware of a certain relief. If it was that he came for——
"I don't know whether you've heard that I'm bringing out a magazine?"
"Oh yes. I remember you were bringing it out——"
"I was thinking of bringing it out when I last met you. It may interest you, because it's to have nothing in it that isn't literature. I'm going in for novels, short stories, essays, poems. No politics."
"Won't that limit your circulation?"