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 enable me for many months to concentrate my life upon one work--the
self-sacrificing generosity of such a friend as I think no man ever had
before. 'Wilderspin,' said Cyril, rising, 'the Duke of Little Egypt
sleeps, as you see. His Grace of the Pyramids snores, as you hear. The
autobiography of a man of genius is interesting; but I fear that yours
will have to be continued in our next.' 'But Mr. Aylwin wants to hear--'
'He and our other idyllic friends are early to bed and early to rise;
they have, in the morning, trout to catch for breakfast, and we have a
good way to walk to-night.' 'That's just like my friend,' said
Wilderspin. 'That's my friend all over.' With this they left us, and we
betook ourselves to our usual evening occupations. Next morning the two
painters called upon us. Wilderspin sketched alone, while Sinfi, Rhona,
Cyril, and I went trout-fishing in one of the numerous brooks. 'What do
you think of my friend by this time?' said Cyril to me.