He did not say much, however, for we were soon joined by an old gentleman whose appearance presented a most amusing contrast to that of the poet. Tennysou's dark, weird face and eagle eyes looked darker and weirder than ever beside the rosy, chubby little cheeks, blue eyes, and silvery hair of the new-comer. Fancy Savonarola or Dante check by jowl with an elderly Cupid, or Azrael on confidential terms with a cherub—nothing else will suffice to mark the striking difference between the appearances of these two eminent men. Of course we knew the cherubic gentleman well enough already. It was Dr. Jowett, the Master of Balliol. My companion, a young Japanese, seemed to interest them both considerably, and he. was soon chatting away to them with the, In the drawing-room we found several of the neighbours, who had come in for a Sunday afternoon chat and cup of tea with the poet. Among them was Mrs, Brotherton or Brotherton—who was a novelist thirty years ago. Perhaps somebody may still recollect having read her Respectable Sinners, There was another lady, too, whose name I forget; a lady with a good deal of swagger about her, who had come to settle in the neigh: bourhood shortly before, with her husband, a retired officer, 'There wore a Dra. and Miss Fiytche also present, relations of the Tennyanns, Bir. Piptche had been a very wealthy man at one time, with " fine house and park and a rent-roll of ten thousand a year'; but the demon of speculation, nided another very eccentric demon, who pired him to buy Innd in every county in order that he might have a vote in every county, had robbed him of every penny he possessed, and he was then Wife'sjointure. Poor wife T think Enever saw more unhappy, bitter face. She looked as though she would never smile again, Her daughter, on the. other hand, was me nocently charming, and asked mo ifT didn't think the Jubilee Ode a most magnificent ieee of poetry. I forget. what I replied, ing Me, Hallato tennyson, a high-bred and tly we had the real satisfaction of meot-
handsome woman with delightful manners, Twill eay nothing more tha sed my idea of what e woman ought to be.
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