'Proof that it is not squandered.'
'The point concerns direction.'
'Have I made so bad a choice of my friends?'
'It is the common error of the sprightly to suppose that in parrying a thrust they blind our eyes.'
'The world sees always what it desires to see, Mr. Whitmonby.'
'The world, my dear Mrs. Warwick, is a blundering machine upon its own affairs, but a cruel sleuth-hound to rouse in pursuit.'
'So now you have me chased by sight and scent. And if I take wing?'
'Shots! volleys!—You are lawful game. The choice you have made of your friends, should oblige you to think of them.'
'I imagine I do. Have I offended any, or one?'
'I will not say that. You know the commotion in a French kitchen when the guests of the house declined a particular dish furnished them by command. The cook and his crew were loyal to their master, but, for the love of their Art, they sent him notice. It is ill serving a mad sovereign.'