And with it all, much fantastic ability, flashes of wit and
romance, enough to give the book wings beyond its first personal
audience--enough, in fact, to secure to all its scandalous matter the
widest possible chance of fame.
"Well!"
He rolled over on his elbows, and lay staring at the sheets before
him--dumb. What was he to say?
A thought struck him. As far as he could perceive, there was an empty
niche.
"And Lord Parham?"
A smile of mischief broadened on Kitty's lips.
"That'll come," she said--and checked herself. Darrell bowed his face on
his hands and laughed, unseen. To what sacrificial rite was the
unconscious victim hurrying--at that very moment--in the express train
which was to land him at Haggart Station that afternoon?
"Well!" said Kitty, impatiently--"what do you think? Can you help me?"
Darrell looked up.
"You know, Lady Kitty, that book can't be published like that. Nobody
would risk it."
"Well, I suppose they'll tell me what to cut out."
"Yes," said Darrell, slowly, caught by many reflections--"no doubt some
clever fellow will know how near the wind it's possible to sail. But,
anyway, trim it as you like, the book will make a scandal.
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