It means equal ruin to me, as the world reckons
it--outcasting, the loss of my appointment, the
breaking
of my life's
work.
Kipling - Poems
Don't think of anything so ugly. We shall be beyond it.
SHE. It will be there all the same in the mouths of Simla--telegraphed
over India, and talked of at the dinners--and when He goes out they
will stare at Him to see how He takes it. And we shall be dead, Guy
dear--dead and cast into the outer darkness where there is--
HE. Love at least. Isn't that enough?
SHE. I have said so.
HE. And you think so still?
SHE. What do you think?
Ha. What have I _done_?
It means equal ruin to me, as the world reckons
it--outcasting, the loss of my appointment, the
breaking
of my life's
work.
I pay my price.
SHE. And are you so much above the world that you can afford to pay it?
Am I?
Ha. My Divinity--what else?
SHE. A very ordinary woman I'm afraid, but, so far, respectable. How'd
you do, Mrs. Middleditch? Your husband? I think he's riding down
to Annandale with Colonel Statters. Yes, isn't it divine after the
rain?--Guy, how long am I to be allowed to bow to Mrs. Middleditch?
