Plays: Lady Frederick, The Explorer, A Man of Honour

by W. Somerset Maugham

Fouldes.

[Starting and growing suddenly serious.] And what about Maud?

Lady Frederick.

Well?

Fouldes.

Poor girl, it'd simply break her heart. He preached at her steadily for twenty years, and she worshipped the very ground he trod on. She'd have died of grief at his death except she felt it her duty to go on with his work.

Lady Frederick.

I know.

Fouldes.

By Jove, it's a good card. You were quite right to refuse the emeralds: these letters are twice as valuable.