I then wrote my article, to which I devoted no little pains,
but when I took it in it was met by him, to my astonishment, with the
remark that the paper had now received another notice from their regular
reviewer, whom he "could not very well kick aside." Ploug's promise had
apparently been meaningless! I went my way with my article, firmly
resolved never to go there again.
From 1866 to 1870 I sought and found acceptance for my newspaper
articles (not very numerous) in Bille's _Daily Paper_, which in its
turn closed its columns to me after my first series of lectures at the
University of Copenhagen. Bille as an editor was pleasant, a little
patronising, it is true, but polite and invariably good-tempered. He
usually received his contributors reclining at full length on his sofa,
his head, with its beautifully cut features, resting against a cushion
and his comfortable little stomach protruding. He was scarcely of medium
height, quick in everything he did, very clear, a little flat; very
eloquent, but taking somewhat external views; pleased at the great
favour he enjoyed among the Copenhagen bourgeoisie. If he entered
Tivoli's Concert Hall in an evening all the waiter's ran about at once
like cockroaches. They hurried to know what he might please to want, and
fetched chairs for him and his party.
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