Beta Book

"I've got something for you, my dear fellow," said the poet.
"Have you, sir?"
"Yes; now guess what it is."
"I don't think I could."
"What do you imagine it can be?"
Verty shook his head, and leaned upon his desk.
"It has some connection with the subject of numerous conversations
we have held," said Roundjacket, persuasively, waving backward and
forward the ruler which he had taken up abstractedly, and as he
did so, indulging in a veiled and confidential smile; "now you can
guess--can't you?"
"I think not, sir."
"Why, what have we been talking about lately?"
"Law."
"No, sir!"
"Havn't we?"
"By no means--that is to say, there is a still more interesting
subject, my dear young savage, than even law."
"Oh, I know now--"
"Ah--!"
"It is poetry."
"Bah!" observed the poet; "you're out yet. But who knows? Your guess
may be correct. It may be poetry."
"What, sir?"
"This letter for you, from a lady," said Roundjacket, smiling, and
drawing from his pocket an elegantly folded billet.


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