For my own part, I shan't be able to address the bulkiest multitude; my talent doesn't lend itself to that form.

I shall write for the upper middle-class of intellect, the people who like to feel that what they are reading has some special cleverness, but who can't distinguish between stones and paste.

That's why I'm so slow in warming to the work.

Every month I feel surer of myself, however.
That last thing of mine in The West End distinctly hit the mark; it wasn't too flashy, it wasn't too solid.

I heard fellows speak of it in the train.' Mrs Milvain kept glancing at Maud, with eyes which desired her attention to these utterances.