I gave a laugh that agitated the very coach man. "Why, my dear lady, has he any idea of my price?"
"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 any where 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. No one can make out what you're talking about and no one would care if he could. I'm only quoting him, mind."
"Quote, quote—if Limbert holds out. I think I must leave you now, please: I must rush back to express to him what I feel."
"I'll drive you to his door. That isn't all," said Mrs. Highmore. And on the way, when the carriage had turned, she communicated the rest. "Mr. Bousefield really arrived with an ultimatum: it had the form of something or other by Minnie Meadows."
"Minnie Meadows?" I was stupefied. "The new lady-humourist every one is talking
