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CHAPTER XX
CHAPTER XX ‘SHALL I SEE YOU AGAIN?’ she asked, as she held out her hand to take leave. ‘It is quite understood between us, I suppose, about the play?’ Francis recalled his extraordinary experience of that evening in the re-numbered room. ‘My stay in Venice is uncertain,’ he replied. ‘If you have anything more to say about this dramatic venture of yours, it may be as well to say it now. Have you decided on a subject already? I know the public taste in England better than you do—I might save you some waste of time and trouble, if you have not chosen your subject wisely.’ ‘I don’t care what subject I write about, so long as I write,’ she answered carelessly. ‘If you have got a subject in your head, give it to me. I answer for the characters and the dialogue.’ ‘You answer for the character
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