"When a man writes a great deal he feels the necessity of attaching all those beautiful moral qualities to some real, living person whom he can see--" "Even if he only sees her once," remarked Mrs.Goddard demurely.
"Yes, even if he only sees her once.

You have no idea how hard it is to concentrate one's faculties upon a mere idea; but the moment a man sees a woman whom he can endow with all sorts of beautiful qualities--why it's just as easy as hunting." "I am glad to have been of so much service to you, even unconsciously--but, don't you think perhaps Mrs.Ambrose would have done as well ?" "Mrs.Ambrose ?" repeated John.

Then he broke into a hearty laugh.

"No--I have no hesitation in saying that she would not have done as well.

I am deeply indebted to Mrs.Ambrose for a thousand kindnesses, for a great deal more than I can tell--but, on the whole, I say, no; I could not have written odes to Mrs.Ambrose." "No, I suppose not.