" I daresay she writes very well, but she has fallen under
the dominion of the words "hope," "think," "feel," "try," "bright,"
and "little," and can hardly write a page without introducing all
these words and some of them more than once. All this has the effect
of making her style monotonous.
Ernest is as fond of music as ever, perhaps more so, and of late
years has added musical composition to the other irons in his fire. He
finds it still a little difficult, and is in constant trouble
through getting into the key of sharp after beginning in the key of
and being unable to get back again.
"Getting into the key of C sharp," he said, "is like an
unprotected female travelling on the Metropolitan Railway, and finding
herself at Shepherd's Bush, without quite knowing where she wants to
go to. How is she ever to get safe back to Clapham Junction? And
Clapham Junction won't quite do either, for Clapham Junction is like
the diminished seventh- susceptible of such unharmonic change, that
you can resolve it into all the possible termini of music."
Talking of music reminds me of a little passage that took place
between Ernest and Miss Skinner, Dr.
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