Evan Harrington

I will talk of Evan first. I have totally forgiven him. Attaché to the Naples embassy, sounds tol-lol. In such a position I can rejoice to see him, for it permits me to acknowledge him. I am not sure that, spiritually, Rose will be his most fitting helpmate. However, it is done, and I did it, and there is no more to be said.

Plot resolves as Countess-managed acknowledgment of Evan's post and Rose match — comedy closes by diplomatic permission, not duel — so plot scores 90.

There is a peculiar reptile whose stroke is said to deprive men of motion. On the day after the great Mel had stalked the dinner-table of Beckley Court, several of the guests were sensible of the effect of this creature's mysterious touch, without knowing what it was that paralyzed them.

Dead Mel still stalks the table through Countess tactics — cast as posthumous social venom — so cast scores 91.

To proclaim that yon ribs of beef and yonder ruddy Britons have met, is to furnish matter for an hour's comfortable meditation. Digest the fact. Here the Fates have put their seal to something Nature clearly devised.

Mid-serial dilates into comic meditation on dinner harmony — pace as Comic pause before Beckley crisis — so pace scores 86.

Cold through the night the dark-fringed stream had whispered under Evan's eyes, and the night breeze voiced "Fool, fool!" to him, not without a distant echo in his heart. By symbols and sensations he knew that Rose was lost to him.

Stream and breeze voice 'Fool' as symbol-sensation — lyric Comic prose of loss — so prose scores 92.

Long after the hours when tradesmen are in the habit of commencing business, the shutters of a certain shop in the town of Lymport-on-the-Sea remained significantly closed, and it became known that death had taken Mr. Melchisedec Harrington, and struck one off the list of living tailors.

Closed shutters and living-tailors list — trade-town world before Beckley manners — so world scores 89.

the shutters of a certain shop in the town of Lymport-on-the-Sea remained significantly closed, and it became known that death had taken Mr. Melchisedec Harrington, and struck one off the list of living tailors.

Death struck from living tailors — class comedy hooked as shop-closed before any gentleman pretends — so hook scores 93.

This shows that your religion precludes any possibility of the being the real gentleman, and whatever Evan may think of himself, or Rose think of him, I KNOW THE THING.

Gentleman redefined as Catholic convert punchline — class novel ends as Comic theology of manners — so innov scores 91.

Let the post-mark be my reply to your letter received through the Consulate, and most courteously delivered with the Consul's compliments. We shall yet have an ambassador at Rome—mark your Louisa's words. Yes, dearest! I am here, body and spirit! I have at last found a haven, a refuge.

Ending as post-mark haven letter — Countess wins Rome while Evan's match is acknowledged aside — so ending scores 90.