"What," said he, "do you really think of her?" He was in the habit of asking Miss Collett what she thought of people. It interested him to know what women thought, especially what they thought of other women.
It was in the spirit of their old discussions that she now replied.
"You can see she is a great genius. They say geniuses are bad to live with. But I do not think she would be."
He did not answer. He was considering very profoundly the question she had raised.
Which was precisely what Miss Collett meant that he should do.
As the silver-chiming clock struck ten she rose and said good-night. She never allowed these sittings to be prolonged past ten. Neither did Brodrick.
"And I am not to read any more proofs?" she said.
"Do you like reading them?"
She smiled. "It's not because I like it. I simply wanted to save you."
"You do save me most things."