S. R. Crockett,
Red Cap Tales, Stolen from the Treasure Chest of the Wizard of the North
“ A unanimous sigh greeted the close of Guy Mannering. It was the narrator's reward—the same which the orator hears, when, in a pause of speech, the strained attention relaxes, and the people, slowly bent forward like a field of corn across which the wind blows, settle back into their places."A jolly ending—and the cave part was ripping!" summed up Hugh John, nodding his head in grave approval of Sir Walter, "but why can't he always write like that?""Couldn't keep it up," suggested Sir Toady Lion; "books can't all be caves, you know." ”
