Few will be surprised to learn that the Rev. John Hatton intends to publish another novel in the immediate future. Mr. Hatton’s first book, When It Was Lurid, created little less than a furore. The work on which he is now engaged, which will bear the title of The Browns of Brixton, is a tender sketch of English domesticity. This new vein of Mr. Hatton’s will, doubtless, be distinguished by the naturalness of dialogue and sanity of characterisation of his first novel. Messrs. Prodder and Way are to publish it in the autumn.
“He’s running the Reverend again, is he?” said I to myself. “And I’m the only one left out. It’s a bit thick.”
That night I wrote to Blake and to the Reverend asking whether they had been taken on afresh, and if so, couldn’t I get a look in, as things were pretty serious.
The Reverend’s reply arrived first:
THE TEMPLE,
June 7th.
Dear Price,—
As you have seen, I am hard at work at my new novel. The leisure of a novelist is so scanty that I know you’ll forgive my writing only a line. I am in no way associated with James Orlebar Cloyster, nor do I wish to be. Rather I would forget his very existence.
You are aware of the interests which I have at heart: social reform, the education of the submerged, the physical needs of the young—there is no necessity for me to enumerate my ideals further. To get quick returns from philanthropy, to put remedial organisation into speedy working order wants capital. Cloyster’s system was one way of obtaining some of it, but when that failed I had to look out for another. I’m glad I helped in the system, for it made me realise how large an income a novelist can obtain. I’m glad it failed because its failure suggested that I should try to get for myself those vast sums which I had been getting for the selfish purse of an already wealthy man. Unconsciously, he has played into my hands. I read his books before I signed them, and I find that I have thoroughly absorbed those tricks of his, of style and construction, which opened the public’s coffers to him. The Browns of Brixton will eclipse anything that Cloyster has previously done, for this reason, that it will out-Cloyster Cloyster. It is Cloyster with improvements.
In thus abducting his novel-reading public I shall feel no compunction. His serious verse and his society dialogues bring him in so much that he cannot be in danger of financial embarrassment.
Yours sincerely, John Hatton.