I have just told her this afternoon.

I thought it might please her and comfort her after that terrible scene at her dinner last night, but nobody else knows except the publishers." "What is it ?" asked Alice, regarding Annie with a little smile.
"Nothing, only I wrote _The Poor Lady_," said Annie.
"My dear Annie, I knew it all the time," said Alice.
Annie stared at her.

"How ?" "Well, you did not know it, but you did repeat in that book verbatim, ad literatim, a sentence, a very striking one, which occurred in one of your papers which you wrote for the Zenith Club.

I noticed that sentence at the time.

It was this: 'A rose has enough beauty and fragrance to enable it to give very freely and yet itself remain a rose.