"Arrest him?" suggested Verty.
"It is not a statutable offence."
"What, sir?"
"Neglecting to send sheets to correct."
"Anan?" said Verty, who did not understand.
"I mean that I have not had an opportunity to correct the printed verses, sir; and that I complain of."
Verty nodded.
"Mark me," said Roundjacket; "the publisher, editor, or reviewer who does not send sheets to the author for correction, will inevitably perish, in the end, from the tortures of remorse!"
"Ah?" said Verty.
"Yes, sir! the pangs of a guilty conscience will not suffer him to sleep; and death only will end his miserable existence."