"She left her dressing-bag, if that's anything," said Dowson gloomily.
It was merely too late for Dowson, and it was probably too soon.
For a moment Dowson quailed before her tone; but he rallied bravely.
But it was all struggle for Dowson, a battle with the pale lily.
Mrs. Dowson, past speech, sank back in her chair and stared at him.
Dowson was, let us say not mockingly, the boyish whimperer in song.
"How kind-hearted you are, Miss Toni," said Mr. Dowson admiringly as she slipped into her seat beside him.
Do you know that thing of Dowson's: 'I have been faithful to thee, Cynara, in my fashion'?
Mr. Dowson moved a step forward and then gave an involuntary jump as Jock growled mildly, under his breath as it were.
Dowson died obscure in 1900, one of the finest of modern minor poets.