“Well: you’ve thought of The Sphere first, I suppose.”
“Naturally. I like their editorial policy. Their news policy makes me seasick.”
“I’m not so strong for the editorials. They’re always for reform and never for progress.”
“Ah, but that’s epigram.”
“It’s true, nevertheless. The Sphere is always tiptoeing up to the edge of some decisive policy, and then running back in alarm. What of The Observer? They’re looking for new blood.”
“The Observer! O Lord! Preaches the eternal banalities and believes them the eternal verities.”
“Epigram, yourself,” grinned Edmonds. “Well, The Monitor?”
“The three-card Monitor, and marked cards at that.”
“Yes; you’d have to watch the play. The Graphic then?”
“Nothing but an ornamental ghost. The ghost of a once handsomely kept lady. I don’t aspire to write daily epitaphs.”