When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.

Little else was talked of in theatres and popular novels.

Yet we say it is a matter of no importance at all.
What with Shakespeare and Adonais, Mozart and Bishop Berkeley--choose whom you like--the fact is concealed and the evenings for most of us pass reputably, or with only the sort of tremor that a snake makes sliding through the grass.

But then concealment by itself distracts the mind from the print and the sound.

If Florinda had had a mind, she might have read with clearer eyes than we can.