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Greekey Peekey, as they called him, on account of his prodigious knowledge of things and books Hellenic. I soon grew to love the dear old man, and sat at his feet, like an obedient pupil, in his green old-fashioned garden at Lower Halliford. To him I first read some of my _Undertones_, getting many a rap over the knuckles for my sacrilegious tampering with Divine Myths. What mercy could _I_ expect from one who had never forgiven
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Johnny Keats for his frightful perversion of the sacred mystery of Endymion and Selene? and who was horrified at the base
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of Shelley's
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Prometheus Unbound? But to think of it! He had known Shelley, and all the rest of the demigods, and his speech was golden with memories of them all! Dear old Pagan, wonderful in his death as in his life. When, shortly before he died, his house caught fire, and the mild curate of the parish begged him to withdraw from the library of books he loved so well, he flatly refused to listen, and cried roundly, in a line of vehement blank verse,
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By the immortal gods, I will not stir!
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by the yard. At last the time came when I remembered another friend with whom I had corresponded, and whose advice I thought I might now ask with some confidence. This was George Henry Lewes, to whom, when I was a boy in Glasgow, I had sent a bundle of manuscript, with the blunt question,
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Am I, or am I not, a Poet? To my delight he had replied to me with a qualified affirmative, saying that in the productions he had
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he added,
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He had, furthermore, advised me
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--at any rate, for a couple of years. Three years had passed, and I had neither published anything--that is to say, in book form--nor had I had any further communication with my kind correspondent. To Lewes, then, I wrote, reminding him of our correspondence, telling him that I _had_ waited, not two years, but three, and that I now felt inclined to face the public. I soon received an answer, the result of which was that I went, on Lewes's invitation, to the Priory, North Bank, Regent's Park, and met my friend and his partner, better known as
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George Eliot.