"I shall be so glad to learn all about Tasso--and his madness especially.

I suppose poets are always a little mad." "To be sure--'the poet's eye in a fine frenzy rolling'; and somebody says of Marlowe-- 'For that fine madness still he did maintain, Which always should possess the poet's brain.'" "But it was not always found out, was it ?" said Gwendolen innocently.
"I suppose some of them rolled their eyes in private.

Mad people are often very cunning." Again a shade flitted over Mrs.Arrowpoint's face; but the entrance of the gentlemen prevented any immediate mischief between her and this too quick young lady, who had over-acted her _naivete_.
"Ah, here comes Herr Klesmer," said Mrs.Arrowpoint, rising; and presently bringing him to Gwendolen, she left them to a dialogue which was agreeable on both sides, Herr Klesmer being a felicitous combination of the German, the Sclave and the Semite, with grand features, brown hair floating in artistic fashion, and brown eyes in spectacles.

His English had little foreignness except its fluency; and his alarming cleverness was made less formidable just then by a certain softening air of silliness which will sometimes befall even genius in the desire of being agreeable to beauty.
Music was soon begun.

Miss Arrowpoint and Herr Klesmer played a four-handed piece on two pianos, which convinced the company in general that it was long, and Gwendolen in particular that the neutral, placid-faced Miss Arrowpoint had a mastery of the instrument which put her own execution out of question--though she was not discouraged as to her often-praised touch and style.