“Would you have them waltzed into perpetual servility?”
Cecilia hummed, and suggested: “If one can have them happy in any way?”
“Then the day of destruction may almost be dated.”
“Nevil, your terrible view of life must be false.”
“I make it out worse to you than to any one else, because I want our minds to be united.”
“Give me a respite now and then.”
“With all my heart. And forgive me for beating my drum. I see what others don’t see, or else I feel it more; I don’t know; but it appears to me our country needs rousing if it’s to live. There’s a division between poor and rich that you have no conception of, and it can’t safely be left unnoticed. I’ve done.”
He looked at her and saw tears on her under-lids.
“My dearest Cecilia!”
“Music makes me childish,” said she.