There was an inarticulate murmur from Brodrick, a happy sound.
"Well," he said, "you shan't go on."
"But what can we do?"
"We'll do something. There are plenty of things that can be done."
"But—there's the magazine."
"I don't care," said the editor, "if the abominable thing goes smash."
"What? You can contemplate it's going smash?"
"I can't contemplate your being worried like this."
"It's people that worry me," she said—"if I only could have peace!"
She sketched for him as she had sketched for Tanqueray the horrors brought on her by her celebrity.