'So lives he till he sees, alas! The maids of baser metal pass.' And prodigal of the happiness she lends him, he asks to share it with one of them. There is the Silver Maid, and the Copper, and the Brassy Maid, and others of them. First, you know, he tries Argentine, and finds her only twenty to the pound, and has a worse experience with Copperina, till he descends to the scullery; and the lower he goes, the less obscure become the features of his Bride of Gold, and all her radiance shines forth, my uncle!" "Verse rather blunts the point. Well, keep to her, now you've got her," says Hippias. "We will, uncle! Look how the farms fly past! Look at the cattle in the fields! And how the lines duck, and swim up! 'She claims the whole, and not the part-- The coin of an unused heart! To gain his Golden Bride again, He hunts with melancholy men,' --and is waked no longer by the Morning Star!" "Not if he doesn't sleep till an hour before it rises!" Hippias interjected. "You don't rhyme badly. But stick to prose. Poetry's a Base-metal maid. I'm not sure that any writing's good for the digestion. I'm afraid it has spoilt mine." "Fear nothing, uncle!" laughed Richard. "You shall ride in the park with me every day to get an appetite. You and I and the Golden Bride. You know that little poem of Sandoe's? 'She rides in the park on a prancing bay, She and her squires together; Her dark locks gleam from a bonnet of grey, And toss with the tossing feather. 'Too calmly proud for a glance of pride Is the beautiful face as it passes; The cockneys nod to each other aside, The coxcombs lift their glasses. 'And throng to her, sigh to her, you that can breach The ice-wall that guards her securely; You have not such bliss, though she smile on you each, As the heart that can image her purely.' Wasn't Sandoe once a friend of my father's? I suppose they quarrelled. He understands the heart. What does he make his 'Humble Lover' say? 'True, Madam, you may think to part Conditions by a glacier-ridge, But Beauty's for the largest heart, And all abysses Love can bridge!'" Hippias now laughed; grimly, as men laugh at the emptiness of words. "Largest heart!" he sneered. "What's a 'glacier-ridge'? I've never seen one. I can't deny it rhymes with 'bridge.' But don't go parading your admiration of that person, Richard. Your father will speak to you on the subject when he thinks fit." "I thought they had quarrelled," said Richard. "What a pity!" and he murmured to a pleased ear: "Beauty's for the largest heart!"