Because of kicks or curses?”
“Nay,” I sobb’d,
“I kneel before his office, not to him.”
“Poor girl,” he said, “forgive me—stop—I beg—
What? can you think that I would make you weep?
Not, darling, not of you, I meant to speak,
But of the system.”
“System,” I replied;
“Why, Haydn, are you not a Christian, then?”
“And wherefore not?” he ask’d.