yourlife.Youwillalwaysbeloved,andyouwillalwaysbeihlove.Agrandepassionistheprivilegeofpeoplewhohavenothingtodo.Thatistheoheidleclassesofatry.Dontbeafraid.Thereareexquisitethingsinstoreforyou.Thisismerelythebeginning."

    "Doyouthinkmynaturesoshallow?"criedDrayangrily.

    "No;Ithinkyournaturesodeep."

    "Howdoyoumean?"

    "Mydearboy,thepeoplewholoveonlyoheirlivesarereallytheshallowpeople.Whattheycalltheirloyalty,andtheirfidelity,Icalleitherthelethargyofortheirlaagination.Faithfulnessistotheemotionallifewhatsistencyistothelifeoftheintellect--simplyafessionoffailure.Faithfulness!Imustanalyseitsomeday.Thepassionforpropertyisinit.Therearemanythingsthatwewouldthrowawayifwewerenotafraidthathtpickthemup.ButIdontwanttointerruptyou.Goonwithyourstory."

    "Well,Ifoundmyselfseatedinahorridlittleprivatebox,withavulgardrop-sestariheface.Ilookedoutfrombehiainandsurveyedthehouse.Itwasatawdryaffair,allCupidsanducopias,likeathird-ratewedding-cake.Thegalleryandpitwerefairlyfull,butthetworowsofdingystallswerequiteempty,andtherewashardlyapersoninwhatIsupposetheycalledthedress-circle.Womeaboutwithesandginger-beer,andtherewasaterribleptionofnutsgoingon."

    "ItmusthavebeenjustlikethepalmydaysoftheBritishdrama."

    "Justlike,Ishouldfandverydepressing.IbegantowonderwhatohIshoulddowhenIcaughtsightoftheplay-bill.Whatdoyouthinktheplaywas,Harry?"

    "IshouldthinkTheIdiotBoy,orDumbbutI.Ourfathers