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8.Christopher's Lodgings - The Grounds
About Rookington
Meanwhile, in the distant town of Sandbourne, Christopher
Julian had recovered from the weariness produced by his
labours at the Wyndway evening-party where Ethelberta had
been a star. Instead of engaging his energies to clear
encumbrances from the tangled way of his life, he now set
about reading the popular 'Metres by E.' with more interest
and assiduity than ever; for though Julian was a thinker by
instinct, he was a worker by effort only; and the higher of
these kinds being dependent upon the lower for its
exhibition, there was often a lamentable lack of evidence of
his power in either. It is a provoking correlation, and has
conduced to the obscurity of many a genius.
'Kit,' said his sister, on reviving at the end of the bad
headache which had followed the dance, 'those poems seem
to have increased in value with you. The lady, lofty as she
appears to be, would be flattered if she only could know how
much you study them. Have you decided to thank her for
them? Now let us talk it over--I like having a chat about such
a pretty new subject.'
'I would thank her in a moment if I were absolutely certain
that she had anything to do with sending them, or even
writing them. I am not quite sure of that yet.'
'How strange that a woman could bring herself to write those
'Not at all strange--they are natural outpourings.'
Faith looked critically at the remoter caverns of the fire.
'Why strange?' continued Christopher. 'There is no harm in
'O no--no harm. But I cannot explain to you--unless you see
it partly of your own accord--that to write them she must be