I took the glass, and moving the lamp a little nearer, I began to spell out the crabbed sixteenth-century handwriting. "To The Onlie Begetter Of These Insuing Sonnets." … "Good heavens!" I cried, "is this Shakespeare's Mr W. H.?"
"Cyril Graham used to say so,"muttered Erskine.
"But it is not a bit like Lord Pembroke," I rejoined. "I know the Wilton portraits very well. I was staying near there a few weeks ago."
"Do you really believe then that the Sonnets are addressed to Lord Pembroke?" he asked.
"I am sure of it," I answered. "Pembroke, Shakespeare, and Mrs Mary Fitton are the three personages of the Sonnets; there is no doubt at all about it."
"Well, I agree with you," said Erskine, "but I did not always think so. I used to believe—well, I suppose I used to believe in Cyril Graham and his theory."
"And what was that?" I asked, looking at the wonderful portrait, which had already begun to have a strange fascination for me.
"It is a long story," he murmured, taking the picture away from me—rather abruptly I thought at
