That is the beauty of it." Hudson's eyes glowed and expanded; he looked at Rowland for some time in silence.

"I have a notion you really know," he said at last.

"But if you don't, it does n't much matter." "My cousin asked me to-day," said Cecilia, "whether I supposed you knew yourself how good it is." Hudson stared, blushing a little.

"Perhaps not!" he cried.
"Very likely," said Mallet.

"I read in a book the other day that great talent in action--in fact the book said genius--is a kind of somnambulism.