But Johnnie says she's declassee, so may be my sister had better
think it over."
"I didn't say she was declassee," exclaimed Carter. "I only said
she would do well to be more careful."
Sargeant shifted his cigar to the other corner of his mouth, one
eye shut to avoid the smoke.
"One might say as much of lots of people," he answered.
"I don't like your tone!" Carter flared out.
"Oh, go to the devil, Johnnie! Shall we all have a drink?"
On the Friday evening of that week, Condy set himself to his work
at his accustomed hour. But he had had a hard day on the "Times,"
Supplement, and his brain, like an overdriven horse, refused to
work. In half an hour he had not written a paragraph.
"I thought it would be better, in the end, to loaf for one
evening," he explained to Blix, some twenty minutes later, as they
settled themselves in the little dining-room. "I can go at it
better to-morrow. See how you like this last chapter."
Blix was enthusiastic over "In Defiance of Authority." Condy had
told her the outline of the story, and had read to her each
chapter as he finished it.
"It's the best thing you have ever done, Condy, and you know it.
I suppose it has faults, but I don't care anything about them.
It's the story itself that's so interesting. After that first
chapter of the boom restaurant and the exiles' club, nobody would
want to lay the book down. You're doing the best work of your
life so far, and you stick to it.
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