I've heard you and Uncle Zed talk, sometimes when you thought I was not listening.

I know your high ideals of service, how you believe it is necessary for the higher to reach down to help and save the lower.

Oh, I know, Dorian; and it is this that I think of.

You cannot love poor me for my sake, but you are doing this for fear of not doing your duty.

Hush--Listen! Not that I don't honor you for your high ideals--they are noble, and belong to just such as I believe you are.
Yes, I have always, even as a child, looked up to you as someone big and strong and good--Yes, I have always worshiped you, loved you! There, you know it, but what's the use!" Dorian moved his chair close to her, then said: "You are mistaken, of course, in placing my goodness so high, though I've always tried to do the right by everybody.