Mr. Snodgrass pointed him out.
“That is Cornelius Clyde, the poet,” he said.
“Indeed!”
“Would you like to be introduced?”
“I have no objection.”
“It is a great privilege to know Clyde,” said Mr. Snodgrass, who thought Ben spoke too indifferently. “How are you, Mr. Clyde?”
“I am well, thanks,” rejoined the poet.
“Won’t you sit down? I should like to introduce you to my friend, Ben Bruce.”
“I am glad to meet you, Mr. Bruce. Are you one of us?”
“I am not a writer.”