Ethel Watts Mumford,
The Bonbonnière — Chapter 3
(1904)
“ He nodded a condescending recognition to the poet, who responded with affected indifference. “How do you manage to be radiant always?” the admiral continued. “You are invariably perched upon the very pinnacle of loveliness, as if to soar even to the realms of Venus herself.” “Ha!” growled the poet; “these heavy-witted fools, who make themselves ridiculous in their efforts to follow the muse! Hear him prate! It sickens me!” And observing that Margot was presenting to his inspired eyes an exquisite view of her shoulder, he bowed his excuses and left them, haughtily. ”
