When my soul asked what most it craved,
Still, still, the mirror showed
An image like to thee.
‘I think they are beautiful and uncommon,’ said Annabel decidedly; ‘only I don’t understand what he means.’
‘Obscurity is a quality he has in common with distinguished latter-day poets,’ said Wilfred. ‘Commencing with the ideal, he has finished with the real and personal, as happens much in life. I think “A Fragment” is refined, thoughtful, and truly poetic in feeling.’
‘So do I,’ agreed Rosamond. ‘Mr. Bryson D’Oyley is no every-day squatter, I was going to say, but as all our neighbours seem to be distinguished people, we must agree that he is fully up to the average of cattlemen, as they call themselves.’
‘I must tell Mrs. Snowden about the cheese-press simile. You will be ready to commit suicide after you have seen her.’
‘Then I must keep out of her way. Rosamond, suppose you sing something. I have not heard a piano since I left.’
‘Mrs. Snowden tried it, and sang “Je n’aimerai, jamais.” Her voice was not wonderful, but it is easy to see what thorough training she has had.’
‘There is a forfeit for any one who mentions Mrs. Snowden again this evening,’ said Mrs. Effingham. ‘We must not have her spread out over our daily life, fascinating as I grant her to be. Beatrice and Annabel have been learning a new duet, which they will sing after Rosamond. I think you will like it, and this is such a charming room to sing in.’