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"
What
does
that
matter
!
"
I
retorted
--
"
The
man
from
whom
I
bought
this
book
says
that
everybody
is
reading
it
.
"
"
Exactly
!
"
and
Rimânez
surveyed
me
with
a
curious
expression
,
half
of
pity
,
half
of
amusement
--
"
But
you
know
the
old
axiom
,
my
dear
Geoffrey
?
--
'
you
may
lead
a
horse
to
the
water
but
you
can
not
make
him
drink
.
'
Which
statement
,
interpreted
for
the
present
occasion
,
means
that
though
certain
log-rollers
,
headed
by
our
estimable
friend
McWhing
,
may
drag
the
horse
--
i.
e.
the
public
,
up
to
their
own
particularly
prepared
literary
trough
,
they
can
not
force
it
to
swallow
the
mixture
.
The
horse
frequently
turns
tail
and
runs
away
in
search
of
its
own
provender
--
it
has
done
so
in
the
case
of
Miss
Clare
.
When
the
public
choose
an
author
for
themselves
,
it
is
a
dreadful
thing
of
course
for
other
authors
--
but
it
really
ca
n't
be
helped
!
"
"
Why
should
they
choose
Mavis
Clare
?
"
I
demanded
gloomily
.
"
Ah
,
why
indeed
!
"
he
echoed
smiling
--
"
McWhing
would
tell
you
they
do
it
out
of
sheer
idiotcy
;
--
the
public
would
answer
that
they
choose
her
because
she
has
genius
.
"
"
Genius
!
"
I
repeated
scornfully
--
"
The
public
are
perfectly
incapable
of
recognizing
such
a
quality
!
"
"
You
think
so
?
"
he
said
still
smiling
--
"
you
really
think
so
?
In
that
case
it
's
very
odd
is
n't
it
,
how
everything
that
is
truly
great
in
art
and
literature
becomes
so
widely
known
and
honoured
,
not
only
in
this
country
but
in
every
civilized
land
where
people
think
or
study
?
You
must
remember
that
all
the
very
famous
men
and
women
have
been
steadily
'
written
down
'
in
their
day
,
even
to
the
late
English
Laureate
,
Tennyson
,
who
was
'
criticized
'
for
the
most
part
in
the
purest
Billingsgate
--
it
is
only
the
mediocrities
who
are
ever
'
written
up
.
'
It
seems
as
if
the
stupid
public
really
had
a
hand
in
selecting
these
'
great
,
'
for
the
reviewers
would
never
stand
them
at
any
price
,
till
driven
to
acknowledge
them
by
the
popular
force
majeure
.
But
considering
the
barbarous
want
of
culture
and
utter
foolishness
of
the
public
,
Geoffrey
,
what
I
wonder
at
,
is
that
you
should
care
to
appeal
to
it
at
all
!
"
I
sat
silent
--
inwardly
chafing
under
his
remarks
.
"
I
am
afraid
--
"
he
resumed
,
rising
and
taking
a
white
flower
from
one
of
the
vases
on
the
table
to
pin
in
his
button-hole
--
"
that
Miss
Clare
is
going
to
be
a
thorn
in
your
side
,
my
friend
!
A
man
rival
in
literature
is
bad
enough
--
but
a
woman
rival
is
too
much
to
endure
with
any
amount
of
patience
!
However
you
may
console
yourself
with
the
certainty
that
she
will
never
get
'
boomed
,
'
--
while
you
--
thanks
to
my
tender
fostering
of
the
sensitive
and
high-principled
McWhing
,
will
be
the
one
delightful
and
unique
'
discovery
'
of
the
press
for
at
least
one
month
,
perhaps
two
,
which
is
about
as
long
as
any
'
new
star
of
the
first
magnitude
'
lasts
in
the
latter-day
literary
skies
.
Shooting-stars
all
of
them
!
--
such
as
poor
old
forgotten
Béranger
sang
of
--
"
les
etoiles
qui
filent
,
'
Qui
filent
--
qui
filent
--
et
disparaissent
!
'
"
