You make capital of the very thing of which you are ashamed." "And is not that exactly what we all do ?" she asked with brutal cynicism.
"Do you not fear the eyes of the world as much as I?
Be satisfied that I play the game of respectability with you--that I give the world no cause for talk.

You may as well be," she finished with devilish frankness, "for you are past helping yourself in the matter." As she finished, a servant appeared to announce Mr.Conrad Lagrange; and the tall, uncouth figure of the novelist stood framed in the doorway; his sharp eyes regarding them with that peculiar, quizzing, baffling look.
Edward Taine laughed with that horrid chuckle.

"Howdy-do, Lagrange--glad to see you." Mrs.Taine went forward to greet the caller; saying as she gave him her hand, "You arrived just in time, Mr.Lagrange; Edward and I were discussing your latest book.

We think it a masterpiece of realistic fiction.

I'm sure it will add immensely to your fame.