'It really might be hinted,' said Diana.
The discussion closed with the accustomed pro and con upon the wart of Cromwell's nose, Realism rejoicing in it, Idealism objecting.
Arthur Rhodes was bidden to stretch his legs on a walk along the heights in the afternoon, and Emma was further vexed by hearing Tony complain of Redworth's treatment of the lad, whom he would not assist to any of the snug little posts he was notoriously able to dispense.
'He has talked of Mr. Rhodes to me,' said Emma. 'He thinks the profession of literature a delusion, and doubts the wisdom of having poets for clerks.'
'John-Bullish!' Diana exclaimed. 'He speaks contemptuously of the poor boy.'
'Only inasmuch as the foolishness of the young man in throwing up the Law provokes his practical mind to speak.'
'He might take my word for the “young man's” ability. I want him to have the means of living, that he may write. He has genius.'
'He may have it. I like him, and have said so. If he were to go back to his law-stool, I have no doubt that Redworth would manage to help him.'
'And make a worthy ancient Braddock of a youth of splendid promise! Have I sketched him too Saxon?'
'It is the lens, and hot the tribe, Tony.'