See that none ever falls on it, or I shall return and drive home the lesson that, like Antinous, you've learnt--that 'twixt the cup and lip much ill may grow'-- and turn you, naked upon a contemptuous world.

Needs more be said?
You understand, I think." Rotherby understood nothing.

But his mother's keener wits began to perceive a glimmer of the truth.

"Do you mean that--that we are to--to remain in the station that we believed our own ?" "What else ?" She stared at him.

Here was a generosity so weak, it seemed to her, as almost to provoke her scorn.