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Chapter 13

           Poetsaresuchaquarrelsomelottoo—effeminate,puling,unmanlyhumbugs!"

           "Youarespeakingofthenewly‘discovered’onesofcourse,"saidLucio—"Yes,theyareaweedycollection.IhavesometimesthoughtthatoutofpurephilanthropyIwouldstartabon-bonmanufactory,andemploythemtowritemottoesforthecrackers.Itwouldkeepthemoutofmischiefandprovidethemwithalittlepocket-money,forasmattersstandtheydonotmakeafarthingbytheirbooks.ButIdonotcallthem‘poets’atall—theyaremererhymers.Oneortworealpoetsdoexist,but,liketheprophetsofScripture,theyarenot‘insociety,’norcantheygettheirlogsrolledbyanyoftheircontemporaries.Theyarenotfavouriteswithany‘set’;thatiswhyIamafraidmydearfriendTempestwillneverbeacceptedasthegeniusheis;societywillbetoofondofhimtolethimgodownintodustandashestogatherthelaurel."

           "Itisnotnecessarytogodownintodustandashesforthat,"Isaid.

           "Iassureyouitis!—"heansweredgaily—"Positivelyimperative.Thelaurelflourishesbestso—itwillnotgrowinahot-house."

           AtthatmomentDianaChesneyapproached.

           "LadyEltonwouldliketohearyousing,prince—"shesaid—"Willyougiveusthatpleasure?Do!Somethingquitesimple,youknow—itwillsetournervesstraightafteryourterriblybeautifulmusic!You’dhardlybelieveitperhaps—butIreallyfeelquiteunstrung!"

           Hefoldedhishandswithadrollairofpenitence.

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