'What did I say?'
'You said they were poison.'
'Poison! What then, Queen Esther? they won't hurt anybody up there. No partridge will get at them.'
'Oh no, it isn't that, Pitt; but I was thinking—Poison shouldn't be in that message of the angels.'
Pitt's face lighted up.
'Queen Esther,' said he solemnly, 'are you going to be that sort of person?'
'What sort of person?'
'One of those whose spirits are attuned to finer issues than their neighbours? They are the stuff that poets are made of. You are not a poet, are you?'
'No, indeed!' said Esther, laughing.
'Don't! I think it must be uncomfortable to have to do with a poet. You may notice, that in nature the dwellers on the earth have nothing to do with the dwellers in the air.'