What's the use of constantly comparing us?'
Amy looked at him. He had never spoken to her so brusquely.
'How can you say that I am constantly comparing you?'
'If not in spoken words, then in your thoughts.'
'That's not a very nice thing to say, Edwin.'
'You make it so unmistakable, Amy. What I mean is, that you are
always regretting the difference between him and me. You lament
that I can't write in that attractive way. Well, I lament it
myself--for your sake. I wish I had Milvain's peculiar talent, so
that I could get reputation and money. But I haven't, and there's
an end of it. It irritates a man to be perpetually told of his
disadvantages.'
'I will never mention Milvain's name again,' said Amy coldly.
'Now that's ridiculous, and you know it.'
'I feel the same about your irritation. I can't see that I have
given any cause for it.'
'Then we'll talk no more of the matter.'
Reardon threw his manuscript aside and opened a book. Amy never
asked him to resume his intention of reading what he had written.
However, the paper was accepted.
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