ever come my way; in spite of which when I speak, as just above, of what
was to "happen" under the law of my ingenious labour, I fairly lose
myself in the vision of a hundred bright phenomena. Some of these
incidents I must treat myself to naming, for they are among the best I
shall have on any occasion to retail. But I must first give the measure
of the degree in which they were mere matters of the study. This
composition had originally appeared in "Harper's Weekly" during the
autumn of 1898 and the first weeks of the winter, and the volume
containing it was published that spring. I had meanwhile been absent
from England, and it was not till my return, some time later, that I had
from my publisher any news of our venture. But the news then met at a
stroke all my curiosity: "I'm sorry to say the book has done nothing to
speak of; I've never in all my experience seen one treated with more
general and complete disrespect." There was thus to be nothing left me
for fond subsequent reference--of which I doubtless give even now so
adequate an illustration--save the rich reward of the singular interest
attaching to the very intimacies of the effort.

It comes back to me, the whole "job," as wonderfully amusing and
delightfully difficult from the first; since amusement deeply abides, I
think, in any artistic attempt the basis and groundwork of which are
conscious of a particular firmness. On that hard fine floor the element
of execution feels it may more or less confidently DANCE; in which case
puzzling questions, sharp obstacles, dangers of detail, may come up for
it by the dozen without breaking its heart or shaking its nerve. It is
the difficulty produced by the loose foundation or the vague scheme that
breaks the heart--when a luckless fatuity has over-persuaded an author
of the "saving" virtue of treatment. Being "treated" is never, in a
workable idea, a mere passive condition, and I hold no subject ever
susceptible of help that isn't, like the embarrassed man of our