The Savoy . t our publisher, holding the monocle preposterouslybetween his lips, announced solemnly: Je sins un poete Then he generouslyshifted the credit upon the two of us who were most anxious to disclaim thename. Bertha was curious, but bewildered. She had no conception of whata poet was. We tried French, Flemish, and English, poem, verse, rhyme, song,everything, in short, and in vain. At last an idea struck her : she understood :we were cafe-chantant singers. That was the nearest she ever came. Do but think of it, Madame, for one instant : a woman who does not somuch as know what a poet i
The Savoy . t our publisher, holding the monocle preposterouslybetween his lips, announced solemnly: Je sins un poete Then he generouslyshifted the credit upon the two of us who were most anxious to disclaim thename. Bertha was curious, but bewildered. She had no conception of whata poet was. We tried French, Flemish, and English, poem, verse, rhyme, song,everything, in short, and in vain. At last an idea struck her : she understood :we were cafe-chantant singers. That was the nearest she ever came. Do but think of it, Madame, for one instant : a woman who does not somuch as know what a poet is! But you can have no idea how grateful I wasto Bertha, nor how often, since then, I have longed to see her again. Neverdid any woman so charm me by so celestial an ignorance. The moments Ispent with Bertha at the Fair repaid me for I know not how many weary hoursin drawing-rooms. Can you understand the sensation, Madame, the infiniterelief? .... And then she was a snake-like creature, with long cool
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