For all men kill the thing they love,
But all men do not die."
"I seem to remember something ..." she said vaguely.
"Well, that's a lie. All men don't kill the thing they love. Wilde couldn't help lying even when he was most sincere!"
"That's awfully interesting," Lady Cecily said. "Do you know I've never thought of that before. Won't you come and see me one afternoon, Mr. Quinn?"
"I should like to," he said, and as he spoke, the door of the box opened and Gilbert entered, followed by Lord Jasper.
Lady Cecily turned eagerly to Gilbert. "Oh, Gilbert," she said, "Mr. Quinn promised to come and see me one afternoon. You'll bring him, won't you? Come on Wednesday, both of you!"
"I should like to," Henry murmured again.
"I don't think I can come on Wednesday," Gilbert said.
"Oh, yes, you can," Lady Cecily exclaimed, "and if you can't, you can come some other day. You'll come, Mr. Quinn, won't you?"
"Yes, Lady Cecily!..."