Mr. S. Frederick, my dear lad, this life of ours is made up of hopes frustrated, and cherished schemes brought to nothing.
Fred. Very true. A man who places himself under the sweet dominion of his conscience, must not count on the fulfillment of even his most innocent intentions.
Mr. S. Unforeseen circumstances occasionally arise that render it almost criminal to carry out an otherwise laudable purpose.
Fred. For instance: a discovery that a contemplated act would, if carried out, bring dishonor on a long line of ancestors.
Mr. S. Or give an implied sanction to a discreditable, if not an immoral, relationship. Events might occur which would justify him in breaking the most solemn pledge.
Fred. Justify him! I can conceive a state of things under which he would be morally bound to cast his most sacred obligations to the wind.
Mr. S. My dear boy!
Fred. My dear father! (They shake hands.)
Mr. S. Now Fred, this is what I was coming to, my boy. We are the last descendants of a very noble family.