"So you're not intoxicated with your immense triumph this morning?" said Lady Judith.
"Don't laugh at me. When it's over I feel ashamed of the trouble I've taken. Look at that glory!—I'm sure you despise me for it."
"Was I not there to applaud you? I only think such energies should be turned into some definitely useful channel. But you must not go into the Army."
"What else can I do?"
"You are fit for so much that is better."
"I never can be anything like Austin."
"But I think you can do more."
"Well, I thank you for thinking it, Lady Judith. Something I will do. A man must deserve to live, as you say."
"Sauces," Adrian was heard to articulate distinctly in the rear, "Sauces are the top tree of this science. A woman who has mastered sauces sits on the apex of civilization."
Briareus reddened duskily seaward. The West was all a burning rose.