Did you not notice that I was crying ?" But he could not make Grizel smile; so, to please her, he said, with a smile that was not very sincere: "I wish I were different, but that is how ideas come to me--at least, all those that are of any value." "Surely you could fight against them and drive them away ?" This to Tommy, who held out sugar to them to lure them to him! But still he treated her with consideration.
"That would mean my giving up writing altogether, Grizel," he said kindly.
"Then why not give it up ?" Really! But she admired him, and still he bore with her.
"I don't like the book," she said, "if it is written at such a cost." "People say the book has done them good, Grizel." "What does that matter, if it does you harm ?" In her eagerness to persuade him, her words came pell-mell.

"If writing makes you live in such an unreal world, it must do you harm.

I see now what Mr.Cathro meant, long ago, when he called you Senti----" Tommy winced.

"I remember what Mr.Cathro called me," he said, with surprising hauteur for such a good-natured man.

"But he does not call me that now.