Now, I want to know how you scan this chorus in the "Oedipus Rex."' Reardon took the volume, considered, and began to read aloud with metric emphasis.
'Choriambics, eh ?' cried the other.

'Possible, of course; but treat them as Ionics a minore with an anacrusis, and see if they don't go better.' He involved himself in terms of pedantry, and with such delight that his eyes gleamed.

Having delivered a technical lecture, he began to read in illustration, producing quite a different effect from that of the rhythm as given by his friend.

And the reading was by no means that of a pedant, rather of a poet.
For half an hour the two men talked Greek metres as if they lived in a world where the only hunger known could be satisfied by grand or sweet cadences.
They had first met in an amusing way.

Not long after the publication of his book 'On Neutral Ground' Reardon was spending a week at Hastings.
A rainy day drove him to the circulating library, and as he was looking along the shelves for something readable a voice near at hand asked the attendant if he had anything 'by Edwin Reardon.' The novelist turned in astonishment; that any casual mortal should inquire for his books seemed incredible.