In England they would appreciate me." Alas! in England, at that moment, there were five hundred poets as young, as ardent, and yet more gifted, whose hearts beat with the same desire--whose nerves were broken by the same disappointments.
Maltravers found that his young friend would not listen to any judgment not purely favourable.

The archbishop in _Gil Blas_ was not more touchy upon any criticism that was not panegyric.

Maltravers thought it a bad sign, but he recollected Gil Blas, and prudently refrained from bringing on himself the benevolent wish of "beaucoup de bonheur et un peu, plus de bon gout." When Cesarini had finished his MS., he was anxious to conclude the excursion--he longed to be at home, and think over the admiration he had excited.

But he left his poems with Maltravers, and getting on shore by the remains of Pliny's villa, was soon out of sight.
Maltravers that evening read the poems with attention.

His first opinion was confirmed.