And so we keep our impulses even when we lose our illusions; I’m glad of that anyway. [Then he comes behind Gunning’s chair, takes him by the shoulder, and shakes him.] Old fool! I can’t help liking you as much as ever!
Gunning.
[Looking up with genuine pleasure.] Really?
Parbury.
Honestly!
Gunning.
[Rises, puts his hands on Parbury’s shoulders.] Well, I’m glad, because I’ve often been weak enough to regret not seeing you. As for your literary successes, I suppose I ought to congratulate you; but I always knew you’d be a great man, because you never bored me.
Parbury.
[Drily.] Thanks so much. Now tell me how you found me.