"Did you happen by any chance to cast your eye over the paper I had my hand on?" "I did not," said Gaydon, in a great hurry. "It was a private letter, no doubt." "It was poetry. There's no need for you to hurry, my friend. It was more than mere poetry, it was in Latin. I read the first line on the page, and it ran, 'Te, dum spernit, arat novus accola; max ubi cultam "