She was well aware of that; and she had a deep-seated conviction that it would be almost impossible to get Mr. Alf. But then she had another deep-seated conviction, that that which is almost impossible may possibly be done. How great would be the glory, how infinite the service! And did it not seem as though Providence had blessed her with this special opportunity, sending Mr. Alf to her just at the one moment at which she might introduce the subject of her novel without seeming premeditation?
"I am so tired," she said, affecting to throw herself back as though stretching her arms out for ease.
"I hope I am not adding to your fatigue," said Mr. Alf.
"Oh dear no. It is not the fatigue of the moment, but of the last six months. Just as you knocked at the door, I had finished the novel at which I have been working, oh, with such diligence!"

But perhaps it could be done. It did seem that Providence had sent Mr. Alf to her just at this opportune moment.
"I am so tired," she said, throwing herself back as though stretching her arms out for ease.
"I hope I am not adding to your fatigue," said Mr. Alf.
"Oh dear, no. It is not the fatigue of the moment, but of the last six months. Just as you knocked at the door, I had finished the novel at which I have been working."
