to be forgiven him. But though they continued to know him and be entertained by him, they made no secret of their scorn for his book. They were always chaffing him about it.
As for the people that swarmed round Dunkle and Chloë wherever they went outside their own house, it was, of course, hopeless to expect to convince them that "Trixie" was a joke. These people had wept happy tears over the book; they doted on it; they thought it the most lovely tale that had been written since "The Rosary." All they wanted to do was to shake Dunkle by the hand and tell him what a joy his beautiful tale had been to them, what good it had done them, how it had made this dingy and wicked old world a brighter and better place for them, how Life would never be the same for them now that they had
