She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,

co-inhabitants of the same element

He bathed in the memory of her blondness, of her warm blue regard, and the sentiment permeated his sensibility with tenderness made the more rich because its object was someone long since dead.

That would be bad enough, God knows! but what is it to finding yourself in an infernal fix, at a dinner-table, with a literary quintagenarian at your elbow […]