14/89 Once when he had finished a poem of his composition late at night he walked up and down the room rehearsing it; and the floors being so thin--jerry-built houses, you know, though I say it myself--he kept me awake up above him till I wished him further. But we get on very well.' This was but the beginning of a series of conversations about the rising poet as the days went on. On one of these occasions Mrs.Hooper drew Ella's attention to what she had not noticed before: minute scribblings in pencil on the wall-paper behind the curtains at the head of the bed. |