drunk at the fountain of his inspired optimism. And so on. It was at times all Dunkle could do to keep his hands off these bletherers. His own jeering friends were infinitely less trying to his temper.
No, decidedly Dunkle and Chloë were not happy.
If it hadn't been for all the money they were handling and the glorious spree they were having with it, they must have been downright miserable. It is a terrible thing for a brilliant young poet like Dunkle to know that he is universally credited with having written a sentimental Best Seller; it is a terrible thing for his wife (if she happens to be a girl like Chloë) to realise that her husband is famous throughout two hemispheres as the author of a dish of tripe. If they could have persuaded only a few of their intimates to perceive a comical intention in "Trixie"! But it
