"Here is the rest of the story I have been writing," said he, "take it sir and may it amuse you a little; it is the key to the rest. I am going out on the River." And he went-out of the Manoir door into the storm.
The manuscript proceeded as follows:
BOOK III.
BOOK OF ENTHUSIASMS (CONTINUED.)
CHAPTER XLII.
QUINET'S CONTRIBUTION
"O, skyward-looking, fleet-winged soul,
Earth hath no name for thine ideal flower!"
—MARY MORGAN.
For a night and a day after my talk with my father; I was a fool. Swelling names of ancestors rang proudly in my ears, and I shudder to think how easily I might have ended in a genealogist.
"Salut, Milord de Quinet."