"I hate a man who can't hate anybody!" she burst out.

"If you had been an ancient Roman, Julian, I believe you would have pitied Nero himself." Julian cordially agreed with her.

"I believe I should," he said, quietly.

"All sinners, my dear aunt, are more or less miserable sinners.
Nero must have been one of the wretchedest of mankind." "Wretched!" exclaimed Lady Janet.

"Nero wretched! A man who committed robbery, arson and murder to his own violin accompaniment--_only_ wretched! What next, I wonder?
When modern philanthropy begins to apologize for Nero, modern philanthropy has arrived at a pretty pass indeed! We shall hear next that Bloody Queen Mary was as playful as a kitten; and if poor dear Henry the Eighth carried anything to an extreme, it was the practice of the domestic virtues.