They too are not wholly to be despised--"
"What a dreadful simile!"
"A precise one."
"You like to be precise?"
"It is my mother's fault. She brought me up so carefully."
"I think that is a pity, Mr. Keith. If I had children I would let them
run wild. People are too tame nowadays. That is why so few of them have
any charm. These poor Russians--no one tries to understand them. Why is
everybody so much alike? Because we never follow our feelings. And yet,
what is a surer guide than the heart? We seem to live in a world of
echoes."
"A world of masks, Madame Steynlin. It is the only theatre worth
looking at. . . ."
The lady was too happy to consider how the miracle had been wrought,
though she suspected dirty work at the bottom of it. She never
discovered how simple had been the method of Mr. Keith who had merely
given His Worship to understand that he had done enough bribing for one
season and that, unless Krasnojabkin were promptly released, there
would be no bribing whatever next year.
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