She met him at the door of her attic with expectant eyes; she was certain of success.
"Have they taken it ?" she cried.

"Tell me quick, quick!" When he said no--the editor of the _London Magazine_ had shown himself an idiot--he was very sorry, but they would try again, he thought she was going to cry.

But her face changed as he went on, telling her frankly what he thought, and showing her what he had done.
"I've' only improved it for the benefit of the Philistines," he said apathetically.

"I hope you will forgive me." "And now," she said at last, with a little hard air, "what do you propose ?" "I propose that if you approve these trifling alterations, we send the article to the _British Review_.

And they are certain to take it." Elfrida held out her hand for the manuscript, and he gave it to her.