"I could offer him a five-pound note; but he wouldn't take it."
"No. He wouldn't take it. You can do better than that. You can get him to meet that man of yours."
"What man?"
"That magazine man, Brodrick."
He laughed. "Considering that I all but did for him and his magazine! Brodrick's Jane Holland's man, not mine, you know. Have you told Jane about Prothero?"
"No."
A faint flame leaped in her face and died.
"You'd better," he said. "She can do anything with Brodrick. She could even make him take a poem. Why didn't you ask Prothero to meet her?"
"I haven't seen her for six months."
"Is that your fault or hers?"