To keep them from the cold!”
And once I sneered at these grand utterances, just as we continually sneer at shapeless clods upon the road, which, on inspection, turn out to be jewelled bracelets of exceeding price!
Tom. Nothing more common. It’s the old story. The superficial mind (all take out books and write)—the superficial mind looks for cream upon the surface of the milk; but the profound philosopher dives down deep below. (Aside.) Much more of this and my mind will give way!
Mrs. Eff. You are a deep thinker, sir. I can fancy Shakespeare to have been such another.
Car. Shakespeare? Shakespeare never said anything like that! How—how do you do it?
Tom. I don’t know. It comes. I shut my eyes and it comes. (All shut their eyes and try.)
Car. I cannot do it. Ah me! I shall never learn to talk like that.
[Mrs. Effingham rises, goes to Bulstrode, and leans upon his shoulder.
Mrs. Eff. Bulstrode, had you had communion with the Major-General in earlier life, he might have helped to shape your destiny to some nobler end.