And then "Surgit Amari"—the first book of poems had been published.
In a single month Lothian had become famous.
For the ringing splendour of his words echoed in every heart. In this book, and in a subsequent volume, he had touched the very springs of tears. Not with sentiment—with the very highest and most electric literary art—he had tried and succeeded in irradiating the happenings of domestic life in the light that streamed from the Cross.
". . . Thank you, no. I think I will have a whiskey and soda."
CHAPTER II
GRAVELY UNFORTUNATE OCCURRENCE IN MRS. AMBERLEY'S DRAWING ROOM
"Μιοω μνημονα ουμποτην, Procille."
—Martial.
—"One should not always take after-dinner amenities au pied de la lettre."