Mr.
Churchill on Cromwell amused me immensely and even excited me.

It was life, this attending at a self-revelation of an impossible temperament.
It did me good, as he had said of my pseudo-sister.

It was fantastic--as fantastic as herself--and it came out more in his conversation than in the book itself.

I had something to do with that, of course.

But imagine the treatment accorded to Cromwell by this delicate, negative, obstinately judicial personality.