That is not fair!' 'But how can we send it if we don't know whom to send it to ?' 'If you really want to send such a thing it can easily be done,' said Mrs.Swancourt, coming to her step-daughter's rescue.

'An envelope addressed, "To the Critic of THE COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE, care of the Editor of the PRESENT," would find him.' 'Yes, I suppose it would.' 'Why not write your answer yourself, Elfride ?' Mrs.Swancourt inquired.
'I might,' she said hesitatingly; 'and send it anonymously: that would be treating him as he has treated me.' 'No use in the world!' 'But I don't like to let him know my exact name.

Suppose I put my initials only?
The less you are known the more you are thought of.' 'Yes; you might do that.' Elfride set to work there and then.

Her one desire for the last fortnight seemed likely to be realized.

As happens with sensitive and secluded minds, a continual dwelling upon the subject had magnified to colossal proportions the space she assumed herself to occupy or to have occupied in the occult critic's mind.