" "All alone--that child?" "She's not alone, and at such times she's not a child: she's an old, old woman. All the leisure which his school life left him was passed in the company of subversive writers whose jibes and violence of speech set up a ferment in his brain before they passed out of it into his crude writings. VII I got hold of Mrs. I don't mean by this, of course, that we studied only fiction and verse; I mean I can express no otherwise the sort of interest my companions inspired.