If the book had been good, it would have sold; especially as all the poets now are writing vague national songs, full of slaughter and brag, like that 'Billy Blue' thing all our fishermen are humming." "You have nothing to do but to bide your time.

In the long-run, fine work is sure to make its way.

Meanwhile I must apologise for praising you to your face, in utter ignorance, of course.

But it must have made you feel uncomfortable." "Not at all; far otherwise," said the truthful Frank.

"It has been the very greatest comfort to me.