in her cup had come from those words of Mr Broune forbidding her to write more novels.  After all, then, she was not a clever woman,—­not more clever than other women around her!  That very morning she had prided herself on her coming success as a novelist, basing all her hopes on that review in the ’Breakfast Table.’  Now, with that reaction of spirits which is so common to all of us, she was more than equally despondent.  He would not thus have crushed her without a reason.  Though he was hard to her now,—­he who used to be so soft,—­he was very good.  It did not occur to her to rebel against him.  After what he had said, of course there would be no more praise in the &rsquo...