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"
I
am
very
pleased
to
hear
that
,
"
--
she
said
simply
--
"
I
am
always
glad
when
I
succeed
in
winning
somebody
's
approval
and
liking
.
"
"
Does
not
everyone
approve
and
admire
you
?
"
asked
Lucio
.
"
Oh
no
!
By
no
means
!
The
'
Saturday
'
says
I
only
win
the
applause
of
shop-girls
!
"
and
she
laughed
--
"
Poor
old
'
Saturday
'
!
--
the
writers
on
its
staff
are
so
jealous
of
any
successful
author
.
I
told
the
Prince
of
Wales
what
it
said
the
other
day
,
and
he
was
very
much
amused
.
"
"
You
know
the
Prince
?
"
I
asked
,
in
a
little
surprise
.
"
Well
,
it
would
be
more
correct
to
say
that
he
knows
me
,
"
she
replied
--
"
He
has
been
very
amiable
in
taking
some
little
interest
in
my
books
.
He
knows
a
good
deal
about
literature
too
--
much
more
than
people
give
him
credit
for
.
He
has
been
here
more
than
once
--
and
has
seen
me
feed
my
reviewers
--
the
pigeons
,
you
know
!
He
rather
enjoyed
the
fun
I
think
!
"
And
this
was
all
the
result
of
the
'
slating
'
the
press
gave
to
Mavis
Clare
!
Simply
that
she
named
her
doves
after
her
critics
,
and
fed
them
in
the
presence
of
whatever
royal
or
distinguished
visitors
she
might
have
(
and
I
afterwards
learned
she
had
many
)
amid
,
no
doubt
,
much
laughter
from
those
who
saw
the
'
Spectator
'
-
pigeon
fighting
for
grains
of
corn
,
or
the
'
Saturday
Review
'
pigeon
quarrelling
over
peas
!
Evidently
no
reviewer
,
spiteful
or
otherwise
,
could
affect
the
vivacious
nature
of
such
a
mischievous
elf
as
she
was
.
"
How
different
you
are
--
how
widely
different
--
to
the
ordinary
run
of
literary
people
!
"
I
said
involuntarily
.
"
I
am
glad
you
find
me
so
,
"
--
she
answered
--
"
I
hope
I
am
different
.
As
a
rule
literary
people
take
themselves
far
too
seriously
,
and
attach
too
much
importance
to
what
they
do
.
That
is
why
they
become
such
bores
.
I
do
n't
believe
anyone
ever
did
thoroughly
good
work
who
was
not
perfectly
happy
over
it
,
and
totally
indifferent
to
opinion
.
I
should
be
quite
content
to
write
on
,
if
I
only
had
a
garret
to
live
in
.
I
was
once
very
poor
--
shockingly
poor
;
and
even
now
I
am
not
rich
,
but
I
've
got
just
enough
to
keep
me
working
steadily
,
which
is
as
it
should
be
.
If
I
had
more
,
I
might
get
lazy
and
neglect
my
work
--
then
you
know
Satan
might
step
into
my
life
,
and
it
would
be
a
question
of
idle
hands
and
mischief
to
follow
,
according
to
the
adage
.
"
"
I
think
you
would
have
strength
enough
to
resist
Satan
--
"
said
Lucio
,
looking
at
her
steadfastly
,
with
sombre
scrutiny
in
his
expressive
eyes
.
