"Why shouldn't it be everybody's work and glory! What a beautiful world this would be if this were the case!"
"Yes, truly."
"And see, Dorian, how this principle ties together the race from the beginning to the end, comparatively speaking. Yes, in this way will men and families and races and worlds be linked together in chains of love, which cannot be broken, worlds without end."
The old man's voice became sweet and low. Then there was silence for a few minutes. The clock struck ten.
"I must be going," said Dorian. "I am keeping you out of bed."
"You'll come again?"
"Oh, yes."
"Come soon, my boy. I have so much to tell you. I can talk so freely to you, something I cannot do to all who come here, bless their hearts. But you, my boy—"
He reached out his hand, and Dorian took it lovingly. There were tears in the old man's eyes.
"I'll not forget you," said Dorian, "I'll come soon and often."