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I
am
going
to
'
pose
'
as
your
businessman
--
your
'
literary
agent
'
who
pockets
ten
per
cent
.
of
the
profits
and
wants
to
make
a
'
big
thing
'
out
of
you
,
and
I
'm
going
to
talk
the
matter
over
with
the
perfectly
practical
McWhing
who
has
,
like
every
true
Scot
,
a
keen
eye
for
the
main
chance
.
Of
course
it
will
be
in
confidence
--
strict
confidence
!
"
and
he
laughed
--
"
It
's
all
a
question
of
business
you
know
--
in
these
commercial
days
,
literature
has
become
a
trade
like
everything
else
,
and
even
critics
only
work
for
what
pays
them
.
As
indeed
why
should
they
not
?
"
"
Do
you
mean
to
tell
me
McWhing
will
take
that
five
hundred
?
"
I
asked
dubiously
.
"
I
mean
to
tell
you
nothing
of
the
kind
.
I
would
not
put
the
matter
so
coarsely
for
the
world
!
This
money
is
not
for
McWhing
--
it
is
for
a
literary
charity
.
"
"
Indeed
!
I
thought
you
had
an
idea
perhaps
of
offering
a
bribe
...
.
"
"
Bribe
!
Good
Heavens
!
Bribe
a
critic
!
Impossible
,
my
good
Geoffrey
!
--
such
a
thing
was
never
heard
of
--
never
,
never
,
never
!
"
and
he
shook
his
head
and
rolled
up
his
eyes
with
infinite
solemnity
--
"
No
no
!
Press
people
never
take
money
for
anything
--
not
even
for
'
booming
'
a
new
gold-mining
company
--
not
even
for
putting
a
notice
of
a
fashionable
concert
into
the
Morning
Post
.
Everything
in
the
English
press
is
the
just
expression
of
pure
and
lofty
sentiment
,
believe
me
!
This
little
cheque
is
for
a
charity
of
which
Mr
McWhing
is
chief
patron
--
you
see
the
Civil
List
pensions
all
go
by
favour
to
the
wrong
persons
nowadays
;
to
the
keeping
of
lunatic
versifiers
and
retired
actresses
who
never
could
act
--
the
actual
bona-fide
'
genius
'
never
gets
anything
out
of
Government
,
and
moreover
would
scorn
to
take
a
farthing
from
that
penurious
body
,
which
grudges
him
anything
higher
than
a
money-recognition
.
It
is
as
great
an
insult
to
offer
a
beggarly
pension
of
fifty
or
a
hundred
pounds
a
year
to
a
really
great
writer
as
to
give
him
a
knighthood
--
and
we
can
not
fall
much
lower
than
to
be
a
knight
,
as
knights
go
.
The
present
five
hundred
pounds
will
help
to
relieve
certain
'
poor
and
proud
'
but
pressing
literary
cases
known
to
McWhing
alone
!
"
His
expression
at
this
moment
was
so
extraordinary
,
that
I
entirely
failed
to
fathom
it
.
"
I
have
no
doubt
I
shall
be
able
to
represent
the
benevolent
and
respectable
literary
agent
to
perfection
--
of
course
I
shall
insist
on
my
ten
per
cent
.
!
"
--
and
he
began
laughing
again
.
"
But
I
ca
n't
stop
to
discuss
the
matter
now
with
you
--
I
'm
off
.
I
promised
McWhing
to
be
with
him
at
twelve
o'clock
precisely
,
and
it
's
now
half-past-eleven
.
I
shall
probably
lunch
with
him
,
so
do
n't
wait
for
me
.
And
concerning
the
five
hundred
,
you
need
n't
be
in
my
debt
an
hour
longer
than
you
like
--
I
'll
take
a
cheque
for
the
money
back
from
you
this
evening
.
"
"
All
right
"
--
I
said
--
"
But
perhaps
the
great
oracle
of
the
cliques
will
reject
your
proposals
with
scorn
.
"
"
If
he
does
,
then
is
Utopia
realized
!
"
--
replied
Lucio
,
carefully
drawing
on
his
gloves
as
he
spoke
--
"
Where
's
a
copy
of
your
book
?
Ah
--
here
's
one
--
smelling
newly
of
the
press
,
"
and
he
slipped
the
volume
into
his
overcoat
pocket
;
"
Allow
me
,
before
departure
,
to
express
the
opinion
that
you
are
a
singularly
ungrateful
fellow
,
Geoffrey
!
Here
am
I
,
perfectly
devoted
to
your
interests
--
and
despite
my
princedom
actually
prepared
to
'
pose
'
to
McWhing
as
your
'
acting
manager
'
pro
tem
,
and
you
have
n't
so
much
as
a
thank-you
to
throw
at
me
!
"
He
stood
before
me
smiling
,
the
personification
of
kindness
and
good
humour
.
I
laughed
a
little
.
"
McWhing
will
never
take
you
for
an
acting
manager
or
literary
agent
,
"
--
I
said
--
"
You
do
n't
look
it
.
If
I
seem
churlish
I
'm
sorry
--
but
the
fact
is
I
am
disgusted
...
"
