to tell him that she loved him. A dozen times she thought

badly written. It is not proper, nor is it improper —

as her nephew observed, at the age of eighty-six she lay

an aspersion upon his character. Flights of notes at the

pouring into the cave of the dragon through the open door

here is a distinction between biography and fiction —

point of view, if the whole field of human activity is

descendants of Jane Austen and Peacock. But the second

but he had not been as idle as he appeared to have been.

brings great drops of sweat to his forehead; yet to lift