He was reading steadily in the thin pale-blue volume.

Unable to understand, she peered closer, upon which Hirst politely laid the book before her, pointing to the first line of a Greek poem and then to the translation opposite.
"What's that ?" she whispered inquisitively.
"Sappho," he replied.

"The one Swinburne did--the best thing that's ever been written." Mrs.Flushing could not resist such an opportunity.

She gulped down the Ode to Aphrodite during the Litany, keeping herself with difficulty from asking when Sappho lived, and what else she wrote worth reading, and contriving to come in punctually at the end with "the forgiveness of sins, the Resurrection of the body, and the life everlastin'.

Amen." Meanwhile Hirst took out an envelope and began scribbling on the back of it.