Charliehadneverfalleninlove，butwasanxioustodosoonthefirstopportunity；hebelievedinallthingsgoodandallthingshonorable，but，atthesametime，wascuriouslycarefultoletmeseethatheknewhiswayabouttheworldasbefittedabankclerkontwenty-fiveshillingsaweekHerhymed“dove“with“love“
and“moon“with“June。”anddevoutlybelievedthattheyhadneversobeenrhymedbeforeThelonglamegapsinhisplayshefilledupwithhastywordsofapologyanddescriptionandswepton，seeingallthatheintendedtodosoclearlythatheesteemeditalreadydone，andturnedtomeforapplause。
Ifancythathismotherdidnotencouragehisaspirations，andI
knowthathiswriting-tableathomewastheedgeofhiswashstand。
Thishetoldmealmostattheoutsetofouracquaintance；whenhewasravagingmybookshelves，andalittlebeforeIwasimploredtospeakthetruthastohischancesof“writingsomethingreallygreat，youknow。”MaybeIencouragedhimtoomuch，for，onenight，hecalledonme，hiseyesflamingwithexcitement，andsaidbreathlessly：