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Although St. George dispensed his hospitality without form or pretence, never referring to his intended functions except in a casual way, the news of so unusual a dinner to so notorious a man as Edgar Allan Poe could not long be kept quiet.
While a few habitues occupying the arm-chairs on the sidewalk of the club were disappointed at not being invited, -- although they knew that ten guests had always been St. George's limit, -- others expressed their disapproval of the entire performance with more than a shrug of the shoulders. Captain Warfleld was most outspoken. "Temple," he said, "like his father, is a law unto himself, and always entertains the queerest kind of people; and if he wants to do honor to a man of that stamp, why that, of course, is his business, not mine. " At which old Tom Purviance had blurted out -- "And a shiftless vagabond too, Warfield, if what I hear is true. Fine subject for St. George to waste his Madeira on! " Purviance had never read a dozen lines of anybody's poetry in his life, and looked upon all literary men as no better than play actors.