"I refer you to one Hamlet, who said, 'The time is out of joint.'"
"Hamlet was a morbid, self-analysing egotist," said Lady Errington, emphatically.
"No--you are wrong. He was a man crushed down by melancholy."
"Principally of his own making, though certainly he had plenty of excuse."
"And don't you think I have any excuse for being unhappy?"
Alizon looked at him critically.
"You are young, healthy, rich, famous. No, I don't think you have any excuse. Do you remember my advice to you the other night?"
"About philanthropy, yes. But we did not come to any agreement on the subject, because we were interrupted."
"History repeats itself," said Lady Errington, rising, "for here come Mrs. Trubbles and Guy."
"And Macjean and Miss Sheldon. Farewell, Minerva--Momus is King."