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"I was only thinking I'd never seen such short letters from women. Neither one fills the first page." "Well, what of that?" queried Betton. Vyse reflected. "I'd like to meet a woman like that," he said wearily; and Betton laughed again. The letters continued to pour in, and there could be no farther question of dispensing with Vyse's services.
There was a pause while Dredge turned and laid his extinguished pipe carefully between a jar of embryo sea-urchins and a colony of regenerating planarians. Then Archie rose and held out his hand. "No," he said simply; "go on." GEOFFREY BETTON woke rather late so late that the winter sunlight sliding across his warm red carpet struck his eyes as he turned on the pillow.
The answer was long in coming. Betton fumed at the delay, watched, wondered, fretted; then he received the one word "Impossible." He wrote back more urgently, and awaited the reply with increasing eagerness. A certain shyness had kept him from once more modifying the instructions regarding his mail, and Strett still carried the letters directly to Vyse.
Says she's never seen a book so misrepresented by the critics " "Ha, ha! That is good!" Betton agreed with too loud a laugh. "This one's from a lady, too married woman. Says she's misunderstood, and would like to correspond." "Oh, Lord," said Betton. "What are you looking at?" he added sharply, as Vyse continued to bend his blinking gaze on the letters.
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