And if she did, Mrs.Browning was doubtless led to suppose so too.

Yet I think this could hardly have been the case.
Of course my only object in writing all this here is to give the reader the great treat of seeing Mrs.Browning's "rejoinder." It is very highly interesting:-- * * * * * "DEAREST ISA,--Very gentle my critic is; I am glad I got him out of you.

But tell dear Mr.Trollope he is wrong nevertheless" [here it certainly seems that she supposed the criticism to be mine]; "and that my 'thought' was really and decidedly _anterior_ [_sic_] to my 'allegory.' Moreover, it is my thought still.

I meant to say that the poetic organisation implies certain disadvantages; for instance an exaggerated general susceptibility, ...[1] which may be shut up, kept out of the way in every-day life, and must be (or the man is '_marred_' indeed, made a Rousseau or a Byron of), but which is necessarily, for all that, cultivated in the very cultivation of art itself.

There is an inward reflection and refraction of the heats of life ...[1] doubling pains and pleasures, doubling therefore the motives (passions) of life.