'
'I'm afraid we shall have to be consistent, Edith.'
'But do you think this is a WISE thing to do?'
'Wise?'
'You know what you once told me, about how necessary it was for a
novelist to study all sorts of people. How can Mr Reardon do this
if he shuts himself up in the house? I should have thought he
would find it necessary to make new acquaintances.'
'As I said,' returned Amy, 'it won't be always like this. For the
present, Edwin has quite enough "material."'
She spoke distantly; it irritated her to have to invent excuses
for the sacrifice she had just imposed on herself. Edith sipped
the tea which had been offered her, and for a minute kept
silence.
'When will Mr Reardon's next book be published?' she asked at
length.
'I'm sure I don't know. Not before the spring.'
'I shall look so anxiously for it. Whenever I meet new people I
always turn the conversation to novels, just for the sake of
asking them if they know your husband's books.'
She laughed merrily.
'Which is seldom the case, I should think,' said Amy, with a
smile of indifference.
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