"Take him away.

He makes me feel uncomfortable." "To tell the truth, Lucy, he makes me feel uncomfortable, too." "Why ?" "Well, when you think you've got hold of a genius, and you take him up and stake your reputation on him--and all the time you can't be sure whether it's a spark of the divine fire or a mere flash in the pan.

It happens over and over again.

The burnt critic dreads the divine fire." His eyes were fixed on the title page as if fascinated by the words, _Helen in Leuce_.
"But this is not bad--it's _not_ bad for two and twenty." "Only two and twenty ?" "That's all.

It looks as if he were made for immortality." She turned to him that ardent gaze which made the hot day hotter.
"Dear Horace, you're going to do great things for him." The worst of having a cousin who adores you is that magnificence is expected of you, regularly and as a matter of course.