"Swinburne," suggested Engelhardt.
"Are you sure?" said Naomi, jealously. "I believe it's Swinton. I'm prepared to bet you that it is!"
"Where have you come across his name?" the piano-tuner said, smiling as he shook his head.
"In the preface to Gordon's poems."
Engelhardt groaned.
"It mentions Swinton—what are you laughing at? All right! I'll get the book and settle it!"
She came back laughing herself.
"Well?" said Engelhardt.
"You know too much! Not that I should accept anything that preface says as conclusive. It has the cheek to say that Gordon was under his influence. You give me something of his, and we'll soon see."
"Something of Swinburne's?"