Vane.
Mur-dered!
"I saw the serpent of my Lady's heart,
Lovely and leprous; and a violet sigh
Shook the wan, yellowing leaves of threnody,
Bruised in the holy chalice of my Art."
Fitzgerald.
Ah yes! I didn't quite catch the meaning.
Vane.
Meaning? It is a piece of mu-sic, in which I have skilfully e-lu-ded all meaning.
Fitzgerald.
Oh, I see! (Resumes his book.)
Denham.