The Wise Youth, Diana, Edward Blancove, Roy Richmond--but why begin a list which would never end ?--are inhabitants of the same region.

They are not impossible: they could be translated into actual tellurian beings, which the men and women of the bad novelist never can be.

But at present they are not translated: and you must know a special language, in a wide sense, in order to translate them.

I do not say that the language is impossible or even very hard to learn: but it is required.

And Meredithians say you ought to learn it.
An extremely respectable book of reference before me rebukes "those who lack the intelligence and sensibility that can alone admit them to the charmed circle of appreciative readers" and who "have not patience to apply themselves to the study of the higher fiction with the same ardour that they think necessary in the case of any other art." Now "Fudge!" is a rude word: but I fear we must borrow it from Goldsmith's hero, and apply it here.