And now, sir, can you, can any sane Christian man, can Mr. George du Maurier himself, explain the success of Trilby That the book should have had a certain measure of success, nay, a considerable measure of success, were, indeed, explicable enough. It is the production of a gentleman who for years and years has charmed and amused us by his drawings. Curiosity to see what he could turn out in the way of a novel illustrated by himself, might account for an edition or two. (imagine a volume of black-and-white sketches published to-morrow from the pencil of Mr. Edmund Gosse, with legends in prose and verse by the artist. I, for one, should not sleep till I possessed it.) And then the book itself is an amiable, sugar-and-watery sort of book enough, and that ought to account for a few more editions. But the furious, but the uncontrollable, but the unprecedented success of Trilby — explain me that.