The great man be a vulgar clown,
The knave be lifted over all,
The kind cast pitilessly down."
So sang one of the noblest gentlemen who have ever followed my calling!
[There is a brief silence, and then Sir Timothy rises abruptly and walks to the fireplace. Philip looks after him, perplexed.
Sir Timothy.
[Facing the fire.] Mr. Mackworth——
Philip.
Eh?
Sir Timothy.