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Highmore remained silent so long that I had somehow the sense of a fresh pang; and after a minute, turning in my seat, I laid my hand on her arm, fixed my eyes upon her face and pursued pressingly: "Do you suppose it to be to my 'Occasional Remarks' that Mr. Bousefield refers?" At last she met my look. "Can you bear to hear it?" "I think I can bear anything now."
Bousefield in that juncture had been served up to me anew, but after we had disposed of him we came to the book, which I was obliged to confess I had already rushed through. It was from this moment the moment at which my terrible impression of it had blinked out at his anxious query that the image of his scared face was to abide with me.
He would reserve pure vulgarity for his serial, over which he was sweating blood and water; elsewhere it should be qualified by the prime qualification, the mediocrity that attaches, that endears. Bousefield, he allowed, was proud, was difficult: nothing was really good enough for him but the middling good; but he himself was prepared for adverse comment, resolute for his noble course.
Ray gave it to him back; he reminded him of his own idea of the way the cat was going to jump." I gasped with dismay. "Has Bousefield abandoned that idea? Isn't the cat going to jump?" Mrs. Highmore hesitated. "It appears that she doesn't seem in a hurry. Ray at any rate has jumped too far ahead of her. He should have temporised a little, Mr.
"Well then, it was really what I wanted to give you an inkling of. It's largely over you that they've quarrelled. Mr. Bousefield wants him to chuck you." I grabbed her arm again. "And Limbert won't?" "He seems to cling to you. Mr. Bousefield says no magazine can afford you." I gave a laugh that agitated the very coachman. "Why, my dear lady, has he any idea of my price?"
I fairly bounded in my place. "Then it may do?" Mrs. Highmore looked bewildered. "Why so, if he finds it too dull?" "Dull? Ralph Limbert? He's as fine as a needle!" "It comes to the same thing he won't penetrate leather. Mr. Bousefield had counted on something that would, on something that would have a wider acceptance. Ray says he wants iron pegs."
Bousefield to the stuff that in the department of fiction his editor was palming off. He would then have to confess in all humility that this was not what the good old man wanted, but I should be all the more there as a salutary specimen. I would cross the scent with something showily impossible, splendidly unpopular I must be sure to have something on hand.
Ray Limbert at all events would certainly never escape; but one could make believe for him, make believe very hard an undertaking in which at first Mr. Bousefield was visibly a blessing. Limbert was delightful on the business of this being at last my chance too my chance, so miraculously vouchsafed, to appear with a certain luxuriance.
He didn't care how often he printed me, for wasn't it exactly in my direction Mr. Bousefield held that the cat was going to jump? This was the least he could do for me. I might write on anything I liked on anything at least but Mr. Limbert's second manner.
"It isn't your price he says you're dear at any price; you do so much to sink the ship. Your 'Remarks' are called 'Occasional, but nothing could be more deadly regular: you're there month after month and you're never anywhere else. And you supply no public want." "I supply the most delicious irony." "So Ray appears to have declared. Mr. Bousefield says that's not in the least a public want.
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