You are really going to live in London?"
He nodded.
"I have taken rooms!"
"Delightful. Whereabouts?" "In Jermyn Street!"
"And are you going to practise?"
He shook his head.
"No, I shall have enough to live on. I am going to study social
subjects and politics generally."
"You are going into Parliament?" she exclaimed, breathlessly.
"Some day, perhaps," he answered, hesitatingly. "If I can find a
constituency."
She was silent for a moment.
"Do you know, I think I rather dislike you," she said. "I envy you most
hideously."
He laughed.
"What an evil nature!"
"Well, I've never denied it. I'm dreadfully envious of people who have
the chance of doing things, whose limitations are not chalked out on the
blackboard before them."
"Oh, well, you yourself are not at Medchester now," he reminded her.
"You have kicked your own limitation away. Literature is as wide a
field as politics."
"That is true enough," she answered. "I must not grumble. After
Medchester this is elysium. But literature is a big name to give my
little efforts. I'm just a helper on a lady's threepenny paper, and
between you and me I don't believe they think much of my work yet.
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