success go without saying.'

After Henry had deciphered this invitation, he gave a glance at the page
as a whole, which had the air of having been penned by Planchette in a
state of violent hysteria, and he said to himself: 'It's exactly like
Snyder, that is. He's a clever chap. He knows what he's up to. As to my
choosing Onions Winter, yes, of course it was due to him.'

Henry was simple, but he was not a fool. He was modest and diffident,
but, as is generally the case with modest and diffident persons, there
existed, somewhere within the recesses of his consciousness, a very good
conceit of himself. He had already learnt, the trout, to look up through
the water from his hole and compare the skill of the various anglers on
the bank who were fishing for the rise. And he decided that morning,
finally: 'Snyder shall catch me.' His previous decision to the same
effect, made under the influence of the personal magnetism of Miss
Foster, had been annulled only the day before. And the strange thing was
that it had been annulled because of Miss Foster's share in it, and in
consequence of the interview in _Home and Beauty_. For the more Henry
meditated upon that interview the less he liked it. He could not have
defined its offence in his eyes, but the offence was nevertheless
there. And, further, the interview seemed now scarcely a real
interview. Had it dealt with any other celebrity, it would have been
real enough, but in Henry's view Henry was different. He was only an
imitation celebrity, and Miss Foster's production was an imitation
interview. The entire enterprise, from the moment when he gave her Sir
George's lead pencil to write with, to the moment when he gave her his
own photograph out of the frame on the drawing-room mantelpiece, had
been a pretence, and an imposition on the public. Surely if the public
knew...! And then, 'pretty suburban home'! It wasn't ugly, the house in
Dawes Road; indeed, he esteemed it rather a nice sort of a place, but
'pretty suburban home' meant--well, it meant the exact opposite of Dawes
Road: he was sure of that. As for Miss Foster, he suspected, he allowed
himself to suspect, he audaciously whispered when he was alone in a
compartment on the Underground, that Miss Foster was a pushing little
thing. A reaction had set in against Flossie Brighteye.

And yet, when he called upon Mark Snyder for the purpose of being
caught, he was decidedly piqued, he was even annoyed, not to find her
in her