"Perfidious wretch, you're capable of having talent—which of course will spoil everything!" Gabriel wailed.
"No, I'm too old and was too early perverted. It's too late to go through the mill."
"You make me young! Don't miss your election at your peril. Think of the edification."
"The edification—?"
"Of your throwing it all up the next moment."
"That would be pleasant for Mr. Carteret," Nick brooded.
"Mr. Carteret—?"
"A dear old family friend who'll wish to pay my agent's bill."
"Serve him right for such depraved tastes."
"You do me good," said Nick as he rose and turned away.