“You must like it, George. I have set my very heart on it.”
“It is not English, you know. Lucrezia Borgia and Mediaeval Italy. Woman’s love and woman’s hatred are always the same, but this particular manifestation of it seems to me out of place in nineteenth-century London.”
“Is not a lesson needed?”
“Yes, yes; but one would think there were other ways.”
“You tried another way. What did you get out of that?”
The young man smiled rather grimly, as he turned up his cuff and looked at a puckered hole in his wrist.
“Not much, certainly,” said he.
“You’ve tried and failed.”
“Yes, I must admit it.”
“What else is there? The law?”