Why, the critics allow as much as that.

See here, Mr.Lindsay." Mr.Gifted Hopkins pulled out his pocket-book, and, taking therefrom a cutting from a newspaper,--which dropped helplessly open of itself, as if tired of the process, being very tender in the joints or creases, by reason of having been often folded and unfolded read aloud as follows: "The bard of Oxbow Pillage--our valued correspondent who writes over the signature of G.H .-- is, in our opinion, more remarkable for his originality than for any other of his numerous gifts." Clement was apparently silenced by this, and the poet a little elated with a sense of triumph.

Susan could not help sharing his feeling of satisfaction, and without meaning it in the least, nay, without knowing it, for she was as simple and pure as new milk, edged a little bit--the merest infinitesimal atom--nearer to Gifted Hopkins, who was on one side of her, while Clement walked on the other.

Women love the conquering party,--it is the way of their sex.

And poets, as we have seen, are well-nigh irresistible when they exert their dangerous power of fascination upon the female heart.