"The one I read (and objected to some features of) the other day? Do you mean—a—with the alteration?" Mr. Locket continued.
"Oh, no, I mean utterly without it. The pages you want altered contain, as I explained to you very lucidly, I think, the very raison d'être of the work, and it would therefore, it seems to me, be an imbecility of the first magnitude to cancel them." Peter had really renounced all hope that his critic would understand what he meant, but, under favour of circumstances, he couldn't forbear to taste the luxury, which probably never again would come within his reach, of being really plain, for one wild moment, with an editor.
Mr. Locket gave a constrained smile. "Think of the scandal, Mr. Baron."
"But isn't this other scandal just what you're going in for?"
"It will be a great public service."
"You mean it will be a big scandal, whereas my poor story would be a very small one, and that it's only out of a big one that money's to be made."
Mr. Locket got up—he too had his dignity to vindicate. "Such a sum as I offer you ought really to be an offset against all claims."
"Very good—I don't mean to make any, since you don't really care for what I write. I take note of your offer," Peter pursued, "and I engage to give you to-night (in a few words left by my own hand at your house) my absolutely definite and final reply."
