I often tell her she ought to see life, and cultivated society would do so much for her.

I found her out a year ago, and I'm always begging people to read her book, and I simply long to introduce her to clever people and oblige the world to recognize her talent." "I agree with you, it is not yet fully recognized," said Hugh, in a level voice; "but if _The Idyll_ received only partial recognition, it was, at any rate, enthusiastic.

And it is not forgotten." Sybell felt vaguely uncomfortable, and conceived a faint dislike of Hugh as an uncongenial person.
The apostle and the poet began to speak simultaneously, but the female key was the highest, and prevailed.
"We all agree in admiring Miss Gresley's delicate piece of workmanship," said the apostle, both elbows on the table after the manner of her kind, "but it is a misfortune to the cause of suffering humanity--to _our_ cause--when the books which pretend to set forth certain phases of its existence are written by persons entirely ignorant of the life they describe." "How true!" said Sybell.

"I have often thought it, but I never could put it into words as you do.

Oh! how I agree with you and Mr.Harvey! As I often say to Hester, 'How can you describe anything if you don't go anywhere or see anything?
I can't give you my experience.