WhenLichtensteininsisteduponhavingLadyEllenTreffinger’saddressJamesrosetothepointofinsolence。“Itayn’tnousetogiveit，noway。LydyTreffingerneverhasnothinktodowithdealers。“MacMasterquietlyrepentedhisrashconfidences，fearingthathemightindirectlycauseLadyEllenannoyancefromthismercilessspeculator，andherecalledwithchagrinthatLichtensteinhadextortedfromhim，littlebylittle，prettymuchtheentireplanofhisbook，andespeciallytheplaceinitwhichtheMarriageofPhaedrawastooccupy。
BythistimethefirstchaptersofMacMaster’sbookwereinthehandsofhispublisher，andhisvisitstothestudiowerenecessarilylessfrequent。ThegreaterpartofhistimewasnowemployedwiththeengraverswhoweretoreproducesuchofTreffinger’spicturesasheintendedtouseasillustrations。
HereturnedtohishotellateoneeveningafteralongandvexingdayattheengraverstofindJamesinhisroom，seatedonhissteamertrunkbythewindow，withtheoutlineofagreatsquaredrapedinsheetsrestingagainsthisknee。
“Why，James，what’sup？“hecriedinastonishment，glancinginquiringlyatthesheetedobject。
“Ayn’tyouseenthepypers，sir？“jerkedouttheman。