It struck me very much when I read it.
When did you think of it, Mr.Moggridge ?" The poet blushed and began to look uncomfortable.
"Ah! you are reticent.

Excuse me; I ought not to probe a poet's soul.

Still, I should like to be able to tell my friends--" "The--the fact is," stammered Mr.Moggridge, "I--I thought of them-- in--my bath." Mrs.Goodwyn-Sandys leaned back and laughed--a pretty rippling laugh that shook the diamonds upon her throat.

Sam guffawed, and by this action sprang that little rift between the friends that widened before long into a gulf.
"I shall ask you to copy them into my Album.

I always victimise a lion when I meet one." This was said with a glance full of compensation.