The genius of the man had that within it which did not permit itself to evaporate in mere sighs.

Sighs, with the high-minded, force themselves into the guise of poetry, and so it had been with him.

He got leave of absence for a week, and shut himself up alone in his lodgings; for a week in his lodgings, during the long evenings of winter, did he remain unseen and unheard of.

His landlady thought that he was in debt, and his friends whispered abroad that he had caught scarlatina.
But at the end of the seven days he came forth, pale indeed, but with his countenance lighted up by ecstatic fire, and as he started for his office, he carefully folded and put into his pocket the elegantly written poem on which he had been so intently engaged." 'I'm so glad we are to have more poetry,' said Katie.

'Is it another song ?' 'You'll see,' said Mrs.Woodward.
"Macassar had many bosom friends at his office, to all of whom, one by one, he had confided the tale of his love.