So here: lord, finding situation tough
(Between two fires, hate and a horsewhip-threat),
Writes i’ the Album, goes without and waits.
Superb One, having read, takes hand of snob,
Accepts his love till death; then lord comes back.
What did he write? “Refinement every inch,
From brow to boot-end”—’twas a threat to tell
The country curate of his wife’s disgrace—
He, the disgracer! Snob gets wild at that,
Screams, jumps, and clutches . . .