It would not seem much to you,
Mr. Mavick," and Philip tried to laugh again.
"I don't know," replied Mr. Mavick. "If a fellow has any sort of salary
these times, I should advise him to hold on to it. By-the-way,
Mr. Burnett, Hunt's a Republican, isn't he?"
"He was," replied Philip, "the last I knew."
"Do you happen to know whether he knows Bilbrick, the present Collector?"
"Mr. Bilbrick used to be a client of his."
"Just so. I think I'll see Hunt. A salary isn't a bad thing for a--for
a man who has retired pretty much from business. But you were saying,
Mr. Burnett?"
"I was going to say, Mr. Mavick, that there was a little something more
than my salary that I can count on pretty regularly now from the
magazines, and I have had another story, a novel, accepted, and--you
won't think me vain--the publisher says it will go; if it doesn't have a
big sale he will--"
"Make it up to you?"
"Not exactly," and Philip laughed; "he will be greatly mistaken."
"I suppose it is a kind of lottery, like most things. The publishers
have to take risks. The only harm I wish them is that they were
compelled to read all the stuff they try to make us read. Ah, well. Mr.
Burnett, I hope you have made a hit.
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