Publish it, by all means.

All ladies do that sort of thing now; not for profit, you know, but as a guarantee of mental respectability to their future husbands.' 'An excellent idea of us ladies.' 'Though I am afraid it rather resembles the melancholy ruse of throwing loaves over castle-walls at besiegers, and suggests desperation rather than plenty inside.' 'Did you ever try it ?' 'No; I was too far gone even for that.' 'Papa says no publisher will take my book.' 'That remains to be proved.

I'll give my word, my dear, that by this time next year it shall be printed.' 'Will you, indeed ?' said Elfride, partially brightening with pleasure, though she was sad enough in her depths.

'I thought brains were the indispensable, even if the only, qualification for admission to the republic of letters.

A mere commonplace creature like me will soon be turned out again.' 'Oh no; once you are there you'll be like a drop of water in a piece of rock-crystal--your medium will dignify your commonness.' 'It will be a great satisfaction,' Elfride murmured, and thought of Stephen, and wished she could make a great fortune by writing romances, and marry him and live happily.
'And then we'll go to London, and then to Paris,' said Mrs.Swancourt.
'I have been talking to your father about it.