It is the golden rule of all religions that no one should really live up to their precepts; when a man observes the principles of his religion too exactly he is in immediate danger of founding a new sect.
"To-day is going to be your day of triumph," said Cicely to the young man, who was wondering at the moment whether he would care to embark on an artichoke; "I believe I'm more nervous than you are," she added, "and yet I rather hate the idea of you scoring a great success." "Why ?" asked Ronnie, diverting his mind for a moment from the artichoke question and its ramifications of sauce hollandaise or vinaigre.
"I like you as you are," said Cicely, "just a nice-looking boy to flatter and spoil and pretend to be fond of.

You've got a charming young body and you've no soul, and that's such a fascinating combination.

If you had a soul you would either dislike or worship me, and I'd much rather have things as they are.

And now you are going to go a step beyond that, and other people will applaud you and say that you are wonderful, and invite you to eat with them and motor with them and yacht with them.

As soon as that begins to happen, Ronnie, a lot of other things will come to an end.