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"
Perhaps
when
I
meet
him
again
my
ideas
may
be
different
"
--
said
Mavis
gently
--
"
at
present
,
...
well
--
do
not
let
us
talk
of
it
any
more
--
indeed
I
feel
I
have
been
very
rude
to
express
any
opinion
at
all
concerning
one
for
whom
you
and
Lady
Sibyl
have
so
great
a
regard
.
But
somehow
I
seemed
impelled
,
almost
against
my
will
,
to
say
what
I
did
just
now
.
"
Her
soft
eyes
looked
pained
and
puzzled
,
and
to
relieve
her
and
change
the
subject
,
I
asked
if
she
was
writing
anything
new
.
"
Oh
yes
,
"
--
she
replied
--
"
It
would
never
do
for
me
to
be
idle
.
The
public
are
very
kind
to
me
--
and
no
sooner
have
they
read
one
thing
of
mine
than
they
clamour
for
another
,
so
I
am
kept
very
busy
.
"
"
And
what
of
the
critics
?
"
I
asked
,
with
a
good
deal
of
curiosity
.
She
laughed
.
"
I
never
pay
the
least
attention
to
them
,
"
she
answered
,
"
except
when
they
are
hasty
and
misguided
enough
to
write
lies
about
me
--
then
I
very
naturally
take
the
liberty
to
contradict
those
lies
,
either
through
my
own
statement
or
that
of
my
lawyers
.
Apart
from
refusing
to
allow
the
public
to
be
led
into
a
false
notion
of
my
work
and
aims
,
I
have
no
grudge
whatever
against
the
critics
.
They
are
generally
very
poor
hard-working
men
,
and
have
a
frightful
struggle
to
live
.
I
have
often
,
privately
,
done
some
of
them
a
good
turn
without
their
knowledge
.
A
publisher
of
mine
sent
me
an
MS.
the
other
day
by
one
of
my
deadliest
enemies
on
the
press
,
and
stated
that
my
opinion
would
decide
its
rejection
or
acceptance
--
I
read
it
through
,
and
though
it
was
not
very
brilliant
work
,
it
was
good
enough
,
so
I
praised
it
as
warmly
as
I
could
,
and
urged
its
publication
,
with
the
stipulation
that
the
author
should
never
be
told
I
had
had
the
casting
vote
.
It
has
just
come
out
I
see
--
and
I
'm
sure
I
hope
it
will
succeed
.
"
Here
she
paused
to
gather
a
few
deep
damask
roses
,
which
she
handed
to
Sibyl
.
"
Yes
--
critics
are
very
badly
,
even
cruelly
paid
,
"
--
she
went
on
musingly
--
"
It
is
not
to
be
expected
that
they
should
write
eulogies
of
the
successful
author
,
while
they
continue
unsuccessful
--
such
work
could
not
be
anything
but
gall
and
wormwood
to
them
.
I
know
the
poor
little
wife
of
one
of
them
--
and
settled
her
dressmaker
's
bill
for
her
because
she
was
afraid
to
show
it
to
her
husband
.
The
very
week
afterwards
he
slashed
away
at
my
last
book
in
the
most
approved
style
in
the
paper
on
which
he
is
employed
,
and
got
,
I
suppose
,
about
a
guinea
for
his
trouble
.
Of
course
he
did
n't
know
about
his
little
wife
and
her
dunning
dressmaker
;
and
he
never
will
know
,
because
I
have
bound
her
over
to
secrecy
.
"
"
But
why
do
you
do
such
things
?
"
asked
Sibyl
astonished
;
"
I
would
have
let
his
wife
get
into
the
County
Court
for
her
bill
,
if
I
had
been
you
!
"
"
Would
you
?
"
and
Mavis
smiled
gravely
--
"
Well
,
I
could
not
.
You
know
Who
it
was
that
said
'
Bless
them
that
curse
you
,
and
do
good
to
them
that
hate
you
'
?
Besides
,
the
poor
little
woman
was
frightened
to
death
at
her
own
expenditure
.
It
is
pitiful
,
you
know
,
to
see
the
helpless
agonies
of
people
who
will
live
beyond
their
incomes
--
they
suffer
much
more
than
the
beggars
in
the
street
who
make
frequently
more
than
a
pound
a
day
by
merely
whining
and
snivelling
.
The
critics
are
much
more
in
evil
case
than
the
beggars
--
few
of
them
make
even
a
pound
a
day
,
and
of
course
they
regard
as
their
natural
enemies
the
authors
who
make
thirty
to
fifty
pounds
a
week
.
I
assure
you
I
am
very
sorry
for
critics
all
round
--
they
are
the
least-regarded
and
worst-rewarded
of
all
the
literary
community
.
And
I
never
bother
myself
at
all
about
what
they
say
of
me
,
except
as
I
before
observed
,
when
in
their
haste
they
tell
lies
--
then
of
course
it
becomes
necessary
for
me
to
state
the
truth
in
simple
self-defence
as
well
as
by
way
of
duty
to
my
public
.
But
as
a
rule
I
hand
over
all
my
press-notices
to
Tricksy
there
,
"
--
indicating
the
minute
Yorkshire
terrier
who
followed
closely
at
the
edge
of
her
white
gown
--
"
and
he
tears
them
to
indistinguishable
shreds
in
about
three
minutes
!
"
