"No, it was after I took the public by storm." And her immediate circle, who appreciated her cakes and ale, would agree with everything she said.

The Kensington house was called "The Shrine of the Muses!" and this title was stamped on her envelopes and writing-paper, to the bewilderment of illiterate postmen.

It sounded like the name of a public-house to them.
Peter was quite lost in the blaze of his wife's literary glory.

He was a plain, homely, small man, as meek as a rabbit, fond of his garden and fireside, and nervous in society.

Had he not committed the fatal mistake of wedding Mrs.Saxon, he would have taken a cottage in the country and cultivated flowers.