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Hermione Nearly every night before I go to bed I ask myself, "Have I been a Stimulating Influence today? Or have I failed?"

Fothergil Finch says I Stimulate him!

Poor, dear man!—he's becoming quite—quite—well, er—er—too encouraged, if you know what I mean.

Yes, that is the way with poets.

I doubt if any poet ever understood a purely Platonic Friendship.

I gave him a long, long look last evening and said, "Fothergil, can you keep on the Platonic Plane?"

He only said, "Alas! The Platonic Plane!"

I hope he can. I need him for my Salon.

I'm having the entire ground floor of the house done over for that, you know, and I may reopen it any time now!