The World of Chance by William Dean Howells

He rose, after a late nap following his night-long vigils, with despair / in his soul. He believed it was despair, and so it was to all intents / and purposes. But, when he had bathed, he seemed to have washed a little / of his despair away; when he had dressed, he felt hungry, and he ate his / breakfast with rather more than his usual appetite.

The reaction was merely physical, and his gloom settled round him again / when he went back to his attic and saw his manuscript and those deadly / opinions. He had not the heart to go out anywhere, and he cowered alone / in his room. If he could only get the light of some other mind on the / facts he might grapple with them; but without this he was limp and / helpless. Now he knew, in spite of all his pretences to the contrary, in / spite of the warnings and cautions he had given himself, that he had not / only hoped, but had expected, that his story would be found good enough / to publish. Yet none of these readers -- even those who found some / meritorious traits in it -- had apparently dreamed of recommending it for / publication. It was no wonder that Miss Hughes had been so unwilling to / tell him what she thought of it; that she had urged him so strongly to / read the opinions first. What a fool she must have thought him!

There was no one else he could appeal to, unless it was old Kane. He did / not know where Kane lived, even if he could have gathered the courage to / go to him in his extremity; and he bet himself that Kane would not / repeat his last Sunday's visit. The time for any reasonable hope of / losing passed, and then to his great joy he lost. There came a / hesitating step outside his door, as if some one were in doubt where to / knock, and then a tap at it.

Ray flung it open, and at sight of Kane the tears came into his eyes, / and he could not speak.

"Why, my dear friend! " cried Kane, "what is the matter?"

Ray kept silent till he could say coldly, "Nothing. It's all over."

Kane stepped into the room, and took off his hat. "If you haven't been / rejected by the object of your affections, you have had the manuscript / of your novel declined. These are the only things that really bring / annihilation. I think the second is worse. A man is never so absolutely / and solely in love with one woman but he knows some other who is / potentially lovable; that is the wise provision of Nature. But while a / man has a manuscript at a publisher's, it is the only manuscript in the / world. You can readily work out the comparison. I hope you have merely / been disappointed in love, my dear boy."

Ray smiled ruefully. "I'm afraid it's worse."

"Then Chapley & Co. have declined your novel definitely?"

"Not in set terms; or not yet. But their readers have all reported / against it, and I've passed the night in reading their opinions. I've / got them by heart. Would you like to hear me repeat them? " he demanded, / with a fierce self-scorn.

Kane looked at him compassionately. "Heaven forbid! I could repeat them, / I dare say, as accurately as you; the opinions of readers do not vary / much, and I have had many novels declined."

"Have you? " Ray faltered with compunction for his arrogation of all such / suffering to himself.

"Yes. That was one reason why I began to write _Hard Sayings_. But if / you will let me offer you another leaf from my experience, I will / suggest that there are many chances for reprieve and even pardon after / the readers have condemned your novel. I once had a novel accepted -- the / only novel I ever had accepted -- after all the publisher's readers had / pronounced against it."

"Had you? " Ray came tremulously back at him.

"Yes," sighed Kane. "That is why Chapley is so fond of me; he has / forgiven me a deadly injury. " He paused to let his words carry Ray down / again, and then he asked, with a nod toward the bed where the young / fellow had flung his manuscript and the readers' opinions, "Might I?"

"Oh, certainly," said Ray from his depths; and Kane took up the opinions / and began to run them over.

"Yes, they have a strangely familiar effect; they are like echoes from / my own past. " He laid them down again. "Do you think they are right?"

"Yes. Perfectly! That is" --

"Oh! _That is._ There is hope, I see."

"How, hope? " Ray retorted. "Does my differing with them make any / difference as to the outcome?"