It pained her to observe the suppressed eagerness with
which he looked for her reply.
'I will go if you wish, father, but I had rather not.'
'I feel sure you would like Mrs Jedwood. One has no great opinion
of her novels, but she is a woman of some intellect. Let me book
you for next Sunday; surely I have a claim to your companionship
now and then.'
Marian kept silence. Yule puffed at his pipe, then said with a
speculative air:
'I suppose it has never even occurred to you to try your hand at
fiction?'
'I haven't the least inclination that way.'
'You would probably do something rather good if you tried. But I
don't urge it. My own efforts in that line were a mistake, I'm
disposed to think. Not that the things were worse than multitudes
of books which nowadays go down with the many-headed. But I never
quite knew what I wished to be at in fiction. I wasn't content to
write a mere narrative of the exciting kind, yet I couldn't hit
upon subjects of intellectual cast that altogether satisfied me.
Well, well; I have tried my hand at most kinds of literature.
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