text: " "Why not? haven't I told you to say wherever you go that she is above Corinne?" "Ah " said Sidsby "but what's the use of all this to me? I am a wine-merchant not a poet; my uncle will soon take me into partnership and when they find out that I know no more about literature than a pig what an impostor they'll think me!" "Not more of an impostor than half the other literary men of the day who have got praised into fame as you have by judicious and disinterested friends