“What are you going to reply?” she asked.
“I am wondering.”
She chipped an eggshell and took a bit of dry toast.
“All those who appear in Vanity Fair are celebrated, aren’t they?” she said.
“I suppose so,” Eustace said.
“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.”