The “other Johnnies,”—chums of his exuberant days.
What profits prying into the abyss
Where plunge the witless dupes of flaunting shame,
Of vulgar Mélusines who writhe and hiss,
Too late detected? Chappie’s lost to fame.
Who’ll wipe the dirt from the dishonoured name
Society no more hears? For never more
Shall he who’s siren-mated be the same,
Unless high genius hush the social roar—
Genius whose spell to miss were “quite too great a bore.”