A young man then, I was; quite different, from the man I am now—impulsive, excitable. Kean! [Drawing a deep breath.] Ah, he was a splendid gypsy!
Rose.
[Looking down at the dress-basket.] I've a little fillet in there that my mother wore as Cordelia to Kean's Lear——
Sir William.
I may have seen your mother also. I was somewhat different in those days——
Rose.
[Kneeling at the basket and opening it.] And the Order and chain, and the sword, he wore in Richard. He gave them to my father; I've always prized them. [She drags to the surface a chain with an Order attached to it, and a sword-belt and sword—all very theatrical and tawdry—and a little gold fillet. She hands him the chain.] That's the Order.
Sir William.
[Handling it tenderly.] Kean! God bless me!