Hard at work with my “Conqueror,” who has me for the first of his victims.
England has not done much in your absence; there will be all to hear, nothing to relate, when you come.
Yours warmly,
George Meredith.
We went. As we walked across the fields to the cottage Mr. Meredith came through his garden gate to meet us, raised high his hat and voiced a welcome, “Hail daughter of the Sun!”
CHAPTER X
BROWNING
The Joseph Severn Memoirs