"As long as we stay," answered Meynell, surprised at the interest his superior now showed at his intelligence.
Meynell had nothing more to tell, and, hopeless of extracting any thing more, now took leave.
Of Mr. Meynell's opinion, I know merely that he dropped me a post-card saying the poem was 'very fine.'
“That the American Mrs. Meynell was living the life of a savage and living it quite successfully,” I said easily.
In these sad catastrophes Meynell found a secret pleasure, strange as it was diabolical.
