I don't know whose poetry.

And I don't know why." Arnold went straight to the nearest book-shelf, and took down the first volume that his hand lighted on--a solid quarto, bound in sober brown.
"Well ?" asked Blanche.

"What have you found ?" Arnold opened the volume, and conscientiously read the title exactly as it stood: "Paradise Lost.

A Poem.

By John Milton." "I have never read Milton," said Blanche.