In the bookcase on the opposite side of the room there were complete editions of Landor and Swift, then came two large volumes on Leonardo da Vinci. Raising his eyes, the parson read through the titles of Mr Browning’s work. Tennyson was in a cheap seven-and-six edition; then came Swinburne, Pater, Rossetti, Morris, two novels by Rhoda Broughton, Dickens, Thackeray, Fielding, and Smollett; the complete works of Balzac, Gautier’s Emaux et Camées, Salammbo, L’Assommoir; add to this Carlyle, Byron, Shelley, Keats, &c.c.
At the end of a long silence, Mr Hare said, glancing once again at the Latin authors, and walking towards the fire:
“Tell me, John, are those the books you are writing about? Supposing you explain to me in a few words the line you are taking. Your mother tells me that you in
