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"
But
,
God
bless
my
soul
!
"
exclaimed
Lord
Elton
--
"
you
do
n't
call
this
play
low
or
immoral
do
you
?
It
's
a
realistic
study
of
modern
social
life
--
that
's
what
it
is
.
These
women
you
know
--
these
poor
souls
with
a
past
--
are
very
interesting
!
"
"
Very
!
"
murmured
his
daughter
.
--
"
In
fact
it
would
seem
that
for
women
with
no
such
'
past
'
there
can
be
no
future
!
Virtue
and
modesty
are
quite
out
of
date
,
and
have
no
chance
whatever
.
"
I
leaned
towards
her
,
half
whispering
,
"
Lady
Sibyl
,
I
am
glad
to
see
this
wretched
play
offends
you
.
"
She
turned
her
deep
eyes
on
me
in
mingled
surprise
and
amusement
.
"
Oh
no
,
it
does
n't
,
"
she
declared
--
"
I
have
seen
so
many
like
it
.
And
I
have
read
so
many
novels
on
just
the
same
theme
!
I
assure
you
,
I
am
quite
convinced
that
the
so-called
'
bad
'
woman
is
the
only
popular
type
of
our
sex
with
men
--
she
gets
all
the
enjoyment
possible
out
of
life
--
she
frequently
makes
an
excellent
marriage
,
and
has
,
as
the
Americans
say
'
a
good
time
all
round
.
'
It
's
the
same
thing
with
our
convicted
criminals
--
in
prison
they
are
much
better
fed
than
the
honest
working-man
.
I
believe
it
is
quite
a
mistake
for
women
to
be
respectable
--
they
are
only
considered
dull
.
"
"
Ah
,
now
you
are
only
joking
!
"
I
said
with
an
indulgent
smile
.
"
You
know
that
in
your
heart
you
think
very
differently
!
"
She
made
no
answer
,
as
just
then
the
curtain
went
up
again
,
disclosing
the
unclean
'
lady
'
of
the
piece
,
"
having
a
good
time
all
round
"
on
board
a
luxurious
yacht
.
During
the
unnatural
and
stilted
dialogue
which
followed
,
I
withdrew
a
little
back
into
the
shadow
of
the
box
,
and
all
that
self-esteem
and
assurance
of
which
I
had
been
suddenly
deprived
by
a
glance
at
Lady
Sibyl
's
beauty
,
came
back
to
me
,
and
a
perfectly
stolid
coolness
and
composure
succeeded
to
the
first
feverish
excitement
of
my
mind
.
I
recalled
Lucio
's
words
--
"
I
believe
Lady
Sibyl
is
for
sale
"
--
and
I
thought
triumphantly
of
my
millions
.
I
glanced
at
the
old
earl
,
abjectly
pulling
at
his
white
whiskers
while
he
listened
anxiously
to
what
were
evidently
money
schemes
propounded
by
Lucio
.
Then
my
gaze
came
back
appraisingly
to
the
lovely
curves
of
Lady
Sibyl
's
milk-white
throat
,
her
beautiful
arms
and
bosom
,
her
rich
brown
hair
of
the
shade
of
a
ripe
chestnut
,
her
delicate
haughty
face
,
languid
eyes
and
brilliant
complexion
--
and
I
murmured
inwardly
--
"
All
this
loveliness
is
purchaseable
,
and
I
will
purchase
it
!
"
At
that
very
instant
she
turned
to
me
and
said
--
"
You
are
the
famous
Mr
Tempest
,
are
you
not
?
"
"
Famous
?
"
I
echoed
with
a
deep
sense
of
gratification
--
"
Well
--
I
am
scarcely
that
--
yet
!
My
book
is
not
published
...
"
