It might have been, but Rickman turned on him again with his ungovernable "Why?"
"If you'd like it, Ricky, there's nothing more to be said. I know it isn't exactly a sumptuous berth for you, but it's a bit better salary."
"I'm not thinking of the salary. Oh, yes, I am, though; God forgive me, I'm thinking of nothing else."
"Salary apart," said Maddox, with the least touch of resentment, "it's a better thing for you to edit The Planet than to sub-edit Metropolis."
"Of course it is. Still, I should like to know why you want me to throw Jewdwine over."
"Hang Jewdwine. I said Metropolis."
"I'm glad you admit the distinction."
"I don't admit it."
"Why do you want me to throw the thing over, then? Do you mean that I can't work for you and Jewdwine at the same time?"
"I never said anything about Jewdwine at all. But—if you will have it—I can't say I consider the connection desirable for the editor of The Planet."