up from the Braddons and Ouidas to the best novel written by a woman since George Eliot
died, as it seems to me-Mrs. Jackson
What action is there!
It carries us along as if mounted on a swift horse's back from beginning to end; and it is only when we return for a second reading that we can appreciate the fine handling of the characters, and especially the Spanish
mother, drawn with a stroke as keen and firm as that which portrayed George Eliot
In such a book we see that the really great novel includes the creation of character, and does not stop there; for after all one asks, What is the use of the finest delineation of persons if they do nothing worth doing after they are created?
The trouble with James and Howells
seems to be that they expend all their strength in the masterly construction of marionettes; and after these little personages are so real that they seem as good as alive they are made to do nothing more than throw their arms and legs about a while, as very inferior puppets might do. Is it worth while to have almost the very breath of life breathed into these little people in order that, as a result, they may arrive at the top of an elevator, or build a new house on the Back Bay
However, it is not my object to show that the novel of adventure, if well done, really includes the novel of character, but to