The Sorrows of Satan: or, The Strange Experience of One Geoffrey Tempest, Millionaire: A Romance — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The Sorrows of Satan: or, The Strange Experience of One Geoffrey Tempest, Millionaire: A Romance
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"One may love work for the work's sake without any actual necessity for
doing it,"--I interposed--"For example,--this Mavis Clare you speak
of,--is she,--a woman,--driven by necessity?"
"Mavis Clare hasn't a penny in the world that she does not earn,"--said
Lord Elton gruffly--"I suppose that if she did not write she would
starve."
Diana Chesney laughed.
"I guess she's a long way off starvation just now,"--she remarked, her
brown eyes twinkling--"Why, she's as proud as the proudest,--drives in
the Park in her victoria and pair with the best in the land, and knows
all the 'swagger' people. She's nowhere near Grub Street _I_ should say.
I hear she's a splendid business woman, and more than a match for the
publishers all round."
"Well I should rather doubt that,"--said the Earl with a chuckle. "It
needs the devil himself to match the publishers."
"You are right!"--said Lucio--"In fact I daresay that in the various
'phases' or transmigrations of the spirit into differing forms of earthy
matter, the devil (should he exist at all) has frequently become a
publisher,--and a particularly benevolent publisher too!--by way of
diversion."
We all smiled.
"Well, I should imagine Mavis Clare to be a match for anybody or
anything,"--said Lady Sibyl--"Of course she is not rich,--but she spends
her money wisely and to effective advantage. I do not know her
personally,--I wish I did; but I have read her books, which are quite
out of the common. She is a most independent creature too; quite
indifferent to opinions"--
"I suppose she must be extremely plain then"--I observed; "Plain women
always try to do something more or less startling in order to attract
the attention denied to their personality."
"True,--but that would not apply to Miss Clare. She is pretty, and knows
how to dress besides."
"_Such_ a virtue in literary women!" exclaimed Diana Chesney--"Some of
them _are_ such dowdies!"
"Most people of culture," went on Lady Sibyl--"in our set at any rate,
are accustomed to look upon Miss Clare as quite an exception to the
usual run of authors. She is charming in herself as well as in her
books, and she goes everywhere. She writes with inspiration,--and always
has something so new to say--"
"That of course all the critics are down upon her?" queried Lucio.
"Oh, naturally! But _we_ never read reviews."