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"
And
taste
!
"
I
reminded
him
.
"
True
--
and
taste
.
Some
rich
men
there
are
who
have
less
taste
than
a
costermonger
.
I
know
one
who
has
the
egregious
vulgarity
to
call
the
attention
of
his
guests
to
the
value
of
his
goods
and
chattels
.
He
pointed
out
for
my
admiration
one
day
,
an
antique
and
hideous
china
plate
,
the
only
one
of
that
kind
in
the
world
,
and
told
me
it
was
worth
a
thousand
guineas
.
'
Break
it
,
'
--
I
said
coolly
--
'
You
will
then
have
the
satisfaction
of
knowing
you
have
destroyed
a
thousand
guineas
'
worth
of
undesirable
ugliness
.
'
You
should
have
seen
his
face
!
He
showed
me
no
more
curios
!
"
I
laughed
,
and
we
walked
slowly
up
and
down
for
a
few
minutes
in
silence
.
Presently
I
became
aware
that
my
companion
was
looking
at
me
intently
,
and
I
turned
my
head
quickly
to
meet
his
eyes
.
He
smiled
.
"
I
was
just
then
thinking
,
"
he
said
,
"
what
you
would
have
done
with
your
life
if
you
had
not
inherited
this
fortune
,
and
if
--
if
I
had
not
come
your
way
?
"
"
I
should
have
starved
,
no
doubt
,
"
--
I
responded
--
"
Died
like
a
rat
in
a
hole
--
of
want
and
wretchedness
.
"
"
I
rather
doubt
that
;
"
he
said
meditatively
--
"
It
is
just
possible
you
might
have
become
a
great
writer
.
"
"
Why
do
you
say
that
now
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Because
I
have
been
reading
your
book
.
There
are
fine
ideas
in
it
--
ideas
that
might
,
had
they
been
the
result
of
sincere
conviction
,
have
reached
the
public
in
time
,
because
they
were
sane
and
healthy
.
The
public
will
never
put
up
for
long
with
corrupt
'
fads
'
and
artificial
'
crazes
.
'
Now
you
write
of
God
--
yet
according
to
your
own
statement
,
you
did
not
believe
in
God
even
when
you
wrote
the
words
that
imply
His
existence
--
and
that
was
long
before
I
met
you
.
Therefore
the
book
was
not
the
result
of
sincere
conviction
,
and
that
's
the
key-note
of
your
failure
to
reach
the
large
audience
you
desired
.
Each
reader
can
see
you
do
not
believe
what
you
write
--
the
trumpet
of
lasting
fame
never
sounds
triumph
for
an
author
of
that
calibre
.
"
"
Do
n't
let
us
talk
about
it
for
Heaven
's
sake
!
"
I
said
irritably
--
"
I
know
my
work
lacks
something
--
and
that
something
may
be
what
you
say
or
it
may
not
--
I
do
not
want
to
think
about
it
.
Let
it
perish
,
as
it
assuredly
will
;
perhaps
in
the
future
I
may
do
better
.
"
