“For many different things.”
“Of course.”
“Can you refuse the editor’s request?”
“I don’t know why I should.”
“Exactly. Tell me when you have written to him, and what you have written, Eustace.”
“Yes, Winnie, I will.”
Later on in the day he came up to her boudoir, and said to her:
“I have told him I am quite willing to have my caricature in his paper.”
“Your portrait,” she said. “All right. Leave me now, Eustace; I have some writing to do.”
As soon as he had gone she sat down and wrote a short letter, which she posted herself.