Mrs. Poe registered a few quizzical glances, but didn't ask any more questions.
While poor, morbid Edgar Allan Poe was writing violent and scurrilous articles upon him, accusing him of plagiarism and other literary misdemeanours, he was delivering enthusiastic lectures to his classes on Poe's poetry.
A small monument erected to the memory of Edgar Allan Poe stands in the Westminster Presbyterian churchyard, where he is buried; there is another monument to his memory in Druid Hill Park.
Connor Poe was a handsome man by anyone's standards, however, the other three were in a league of their own.
They all chatted comfortably, and Mrs. Poe seemed to have let go of her suspicions about Connor.