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"
Never
!
"
I
replied
quickly
,
for
something
in
his
voice
and
aspect
moved
me
strangely
--
"
You
belie
yourself
,
and
wrong
your
own
nature
.
"
He
laughed
softly
.
"
Perhaps
I
do
!
"
he
said
carelessly
--
"
This
much
you
may
believe
of
me
--
that
I
am
no
worse
than
most
men
!
Now
to
return
to
the
subject
of
your
literary
career
--
you
have
written
a
book
,
you
say
--
well
,
publish
it
and
see
the
result
--
if
you
only
make
one
'
hit
'
that
is
something
.
And
there
are
ways
of
arranging
that
the
'
hit
'
shall
be
made
.
What
is
your
story
about
?
I
hope
it
is
improper
?
"
"
It
certainly
is
not
;
"
--
I
replied
warmly
--
"
It
is
a
romance
dealing
with
the
noblest
forms
of
life
and
highest
ambitions
;
--
I
wrote
it
with
the
intention
of
elevating
and
purifying
the
thoughts
of
my
readers
,
and
wished
if
I
could
,
to
comfort
those
who
had
suffered
loss
or
sorrow
--
"
Rimânez
smiled
compassionately
.
"
Ah
,
it
wo
n't
do
!
"
he
interrupted
--
"
I
assure
you
it
wo
n't
;
--
it
does
n't
fit
the
age
.
It
might
go
down
,
possibly
,
if
you
could
give
a
'
first-night
'
of
it
as
it
were
to
the
critics
,
like
one
of
my
most
intimate
friends
,
Henry
Irving
--
a
'
first-night
'
combined
with
an
excellent
supper
and
any
amount
of
good
drinks
going
.
Otherwise
it
's
no
use
.
If
it
is
to
succeed
by
itself
,
it
must
not
attempt
to
be
literature
--
it
must
simply
be
indecent
.
As
indecent
as
you
can
make
it
without
offending
advanced
women
--
that
is
giving
you
a
good
wide
margin
.
Put
in
as
much
as
you
can
about
sexual
matters
and
the
bearing
of
children
--
in
brief
,
discourse
of
men
and
women
simply
as
cattle
who
exist
merely
for
breeding
purposes
,
and
your
success
will
be
enormous
.
There
's
not
a
critic
living
who
wo
n't
applaud
you
--
there
's
not
a
school-girl
of
fifteen
who
will
not
gloat
over
your
pages
in
the
silence
of
her
virginal
bedroom
!
"
Such
a
flash
of
withering
derision
darted
from
his
eyes
as
startled
me
--
I
could
find
no
words
to
answer
him
for
the
moment
,
and
he
went
on
--
"
What
put
it
into
your
head
,
my
dear
Tempest
,
to
write
a
book
dealing
with
,
as
you
say
,
'
the
noblest
forms
of
life
'
?
There
are
no
noble
forms
of
life
left
on
this
planet
--
it
is
all
low
and
commercial
--
man
is
a
pigmy
,
and
his
aims
are
pigmy
like
himself
.
For
noble
forms
of
life
seek
other
worlds
!
--
there
are
others
.
Then
again
,
people
do
n't
want
their
thoughts
raised
or
purified
in
the
novels
they
read
for
amusement
--
they
go
to
church
for
that
,
and
get
very
bored
during
the
process
.
And
why
should
you
wish
to
comfort
folks
who
,
out
of
their
own
sheer
stupidity
generally
,
get
into
trouble
?
They
would
n't
comfort
you
--
they
would
not
give
you
sixpence
to
save
you
from
starvation
.
My
good
fellow
,
leave
your
quixotism
behind
you
with
your
poverty
.
Live
your
life
to
yourself
--
if
you
do
anything
for
others
they
will
only
treat
you
with
the
blackest
ingratitude
--
so
take
my
advice
,
and
do
n't
sacrifice
your
own
personal
interests
for
any
consideration
whatever
.
"
He
rose
from
the
table
as
he
spoke
and
stood
with
his
back
to
the
bright
fire
,
smoking
his
cigar
tranquilly
--
and
I
gazed
at
his
handsome
figure
and
face
with
just
the
faintest
thrill
of
pained
doubt
darkening
my
admiration
.
