‘Then he goes on,’ said Julia, ‘to explain the alterations he contemplates making. There’s no use reading you all that.’
‘I suppose you think I should not understand.’
‘My dear Emily, if you want to read the letter, there it is.’
‘I don’t want to see your letter.’
‘What do you mean, Emily?’
‘Nothing, only I think it rather strange that he didn’t write to me.’
Some days after, Emily took up the book that Julia had laid down. ‘”Shakespeare’s Plays.” I suppose you are reading them so that you’ll be able to talk to him better.’
‘I never thought of such a thing, Emily.’ At the end of a long silence Emily said—
‘Do you think clever men like clever women?’
‘I don’t know. Some say they do, some say they don’t. I believe that really clever men, men of genius, don’t.’
‘I wonder if Hubert i
