Then he got up from his easy-chair, took a step forward, and held out his hand.

His face shone with the frankest enthusiasm.

He could not express himself with sufficient vehemence.

Julian sat with the manuscript rolled up in his hands, on his face a glow of delight.
"It's very kind of you to speak in this way," he faltered at length.
"Kind! How the deuce should I speak?
But come, we will have this off to a publisher's forth with.

Have you any ideas for the next work ?" "Yes; but so daring that they hardly bear putting into words." "Try the effect on me." "I have thought," said Julian, with embarrassment, "of a long poem--an Epic.