He gave an account of his relationship with the Daily Sensation.
"You'll not be able to buy much with that amount of work," she interrupted.
He told her of the sketch for the Creams and of the tragedy of St. Patrick.
"What's the use of writing about him," she said. "Sure, he's been dead this long while back!"
He did not attempt to make her understand. "And then there's the novel I wrote when I was at home," he concluded.
"But you've heard nothing of it yet. As far as I can see you've done little here that you couldn't have done at home!"
"Oh, yes I have. I've learned a great deal more than I could ever have learned in Ballyards. And I've met Eleanor!"
"H'm!" she said, rising from her seat. "I'm going to my bed now. That girl Lizzie seems a good-natured sort of a soul. Where does Eleanor live?"
"Oh, a long way from here!..."
"Give me her address, will you?"