Do you know Wilfred Blunt ?" "I have met him," I replied, "but don't know him.

We met once and he bragged preposterously about his Arab ponies.

I was at that time editor of _The Evening News_: and Mr.Blunt tried hard to talk down to my level." "He is by way of being a poet, and he has a very real love of literature." "I know," I said; "I really know his work and a good deal about him and have nothing but praise for the way he championed the Egyptians, and for his poetry when he has anything to say." "Well, Frank, he had a sort of club at Crabbett Park, a club for poets, to which only poets were invited, and he was a most admirable and perfect host.

Lady Blunt could never make out what he was up to.

He used to get us all down to Crabbett, and the poet who was received last had to make a speech about the new poet--a speech in which he was supposed to tell the truth about the new-comer.