YOUTH (_still feeling_). Do not thank me! It is my Master you should thank. (_Frowns._) Dear me! I hope I have not lost it! (_Feels in his trouser pockets._) HOST (_loudly_). Lost it? YOUTH (_pettishly_). I did not say I had lost it! I said I hoped I had not.... (_Feels in his great coat pocket, and pulls out an envelope._) Ah! Here it is! (_His face clouds over._) No, that is the message to Mrs. George, telling her the time has come to get a wig ... (_Hopelessly_.) Do you know I am afraid I have lost it! I am really very sorry--I cannot wait. (_He goes off._) That passage would appear to confute a quite common notion to the effect that Mr. Belloc, who can and does write nearly everything else, does not write a play because he cannot. It is not for the purpose of arguing such a highly abstract point that we must call attention to the exact way in which it conforms to the necessities of this kind of expression without losing its character, its vividness, or its rhythm. It is admirably moulded in its expression of a feeling or a sensation, and, in this way, Mr. Belloc's style comes very nearly as close to perfection as can be expected of a human instrument. He renders his moods, the fine shades of a transitory emotion, the solid convictions that make up a man's life with spirit, with humour, with beauty, but, above all, with _accuracy_. He builds up his sentences and paragraphs with the beauty and permanency of the old barns that one may see in his own country. He does this through his sincerity. He does not exaggerate an emotion to catch a public for the space of half an hour: he does not, in the more subtle way, affect a cynical or conventional disregard of the noble feelings and fine motives which do exist in man. It has been his business with patience and fidelity to seize, with skill to make enduring and comprehensible in words, the things which do exist. His style is a weapon or an instrument like one of those primitive but exquisitely adapted instruments which are the foundations of man's work in the world. With his use of words, he knows how to expose the technicalities of a battle or the transformations of the human heart. CHAPTER IV THE POET