But what does he do?
anything ?' 'He writes.' 'What does he write?
I have never heard of his name.' 'Because his personality, and that of several others like him, is absorbed into a huge WE, namely, the impalpable entity called the PRESENT--a social and literary Review.' 'Is he only a reviewer ?' 'ONLY, Elfie! Why, I can tell you it is a fine thing to be on the staff of the PRESENT.

Finer than being a novelist considerably.' 'That's a hit at me, and my poor COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE.' 'No, Elfride,' he whispered; 'I didn't mean that.

I mean that he is really a literary man of some eminence, and not altogether a reviewer.
He writes things of a higher class than reviews, though he reviews a book occasionally.

His ordinary productions are social and ethical essays--all that the PRESENT contains which is not literary reviewing.' 'I admit he must be talented if he writes for the PRESENT.

We have it sent to us irregularly.