“Do go to bed, René, dear. You’re not working already?”
“No, mother. I wasn’t working.”
“Then you mustn’t stay up, wasting the gas and all.”
[III
GEORGE MARRIED]
’Tis an evil lot, and yet
Let us make the best of it;
If love can live when pleasure dies
We two will love, till in our eyes
This heart’s Hell seem paradise.