pleasure　to　find　you　in　this　corner　of　the　world；　Mr　Malone。　Have
  you　come　to　buy　up　the　Alhambra？
  MALONE。　Well；　I　don't　say　I　mightn't。　I　think　I　could　do　better
  with　it　than　the　Spanish　government。　But　that's　not　what　I　came
  about。　To　tell　you　the　truth；　about　a　month　ago　I　overheard　a
  deal　between　two　men　over　a　bundle　of　shares。　They　differed　about
  the　price：　they　were　young　and　greedy；　and　didn't　know　that　if
  the　shares　were　worth　what　was　bid　for　them　they　must　be　worth
  what　was　asked；　the　margin　being　too　small　to　be　of　any　account；
  you　see。　To　amuse　meself；　I　cut　in　and　bought　the　shares。　Well；
  to　this　day　I　haven't　found　out　what　the　business　is。　The　office
  is　in　this　town；　and　the　name　is　Mendoza；　Limited。　Now　whether
  Mendoza's　a　mine；　or　a　steamboat　line；　or　a　bank；　or　a　patent
  article
  TANNER。　He's　a　man。　I　know　him：　his　principles　are　thoroughly
  commercial。　Let　us　take　you　round　the　town　in　our　motor；　Mr
  Malone；　and　call　on　him　on　the　way。
  MALONE。　If　you'll　be　so　kind；　yes。　And　may　I　ask　who
  TANNER。　Mr　Roebuck　Ramsden；　a　very　old　friend　of　your
  daughter…in…law。
  MALONE。　Happy　to　meet　you；　Mr　Ramsden。
  RAMSDEN。　Thank　you。　Mr　Tanner　is　also　one　of　our　circle。
  MALONE。　Glad　to　know　you　also；　Mr　Tanner。
  TANNER。　Thanks。　＇Malone　and　Ramsden　go　out　very　amicably　through
  the　little　gate。　Tanner　calls　to　Octavius；　who　is　wandering　in
  the　garden　with　Ann＇　Tavy！　＇Tavy　comes　to　the　steps；　Tanner
  whispers　loudly　to　him＇　Violet　has　married　a　financier　of
  brigands。　＇Tanner　hurries　away　to　overtake　Malone　and　Ramsden。
  Ann　strolls　to　the　steps　with　an　idle　impulse　to　torment
  Octavius＇。
  ANN。　Won't　you　go　with　them；　Tavy？
  OCTAVIUS。　＇tears　suddenly　flushing　his　eyes＇　You　cut　me　to　the
  heart；　Ann；　by　wanting　me　to　go　＇he　comes　down　on　the　lawn　to
  hide　his　face　from　her。　She　follows　him　caressingly＇。
  ANN。　Poor　Ricky　Ticky　Tavy！　Poor　heart！
  OCTAVIUS。　It　belongs　to　you；　Ann。　Forgive　me：　I　must　speak　of　it。
  I　love　you。　You　know　I　love　you。
  ANN。　What's　the　good；　Tavy？　You　know　that　my　mother　is　determined
  that　I　shall　marry　Jack。
  OCTAVIUS。　＇amazed＇　Jack！
  ANN。　It　seems　absurd；　doesn't　it？
  OCTAVIUS。　＇with　growing　resentment＇　Do　you　mean　to　say　that　Jack
  has　been　playing　with　me　all　this　time？　That　he　has　been　urging
  me　not　to　marry　you　because　he　intends　to　marry　you　himself？
  ANN。　＇alarmed＇　No　no：　you　mustn't　lead　him　to　believe　that　I　said
  that：　I　don't　for　a　moment　think　that　Jack　knows　his　own　mind。
  But　it's　clear　from　my　father's　will　that　he　wished　me　to　marry
  Jack。　And　my　mother　is　set　on　it。
  OCTAVIUS。　But　you　are　not　bound　to　sacrifice　yourself　always　to
  the　wishes　of　your　parents。
  ANN。　My　father　loved　me。　My　mother　loves　me。　Surely　their　wishes
  are　a　better　guide　than　my　own　selfishness。
  OCTAVIUS。　Oh；　I　know　how　unselfish　you　are；　Ann。　But　believe　me
  though　I　know　I　am　speaking　in　my　own　interestthere　is　another
  side　to　this　question。　Is　it　fair　to　Jack　to　marry　him　if　you　do
  not　love　him？　Is　it　fair　to　destroy　my　happiness　as　well　as　your
  own　if　you　can　bring　yourself　to　love　me？
  ANN。　＇looking　at　him　with　a　faint　impulse　of　pity＇　Tavy；　my
  dear；　you　are　a　nice　creaturea　good　boy。
  OCTAVIUS。　＇humiliated＇　Is　that　all？
  ANN。　＇mischievously　in　spite　of　her　pity＇　That's　a　great　deal；　I
  assure　you。　You　would　always　worship　the　ground　I　trod　on；
  wouldn't　you？
  OCTAVIUS。　I　do。　It　sounds　ridiculous；　but　it's　no　exaggeration。　I
  do；　and　I　always　shall。
  ANN。　Always　is　a　long　word；　Tavy。　You　see；　I　shall　have　to　live
  up　always　to　your　idea　of　my　divinity；　and　I　don't　think　I　could　do
  that　if　we　were　married。　But　if　I　marry　Jack；　you'll　never　be
  disillusionedat　least　not　until　I　grow　too　old。
  OCTAVIUS。　I　too　shall　grow　old；　Ann。　And　when　I　am　eighty；　one
  white　hair　of　the　woman　I　love　will　make　me　tremble　more　than　the
  thickest　gold　tress　from　the　most　beautiful　young　head。
  ANN。　＇quite　touched＇　Oh；　that's　poetry；　Tavy；　real　poetry。　It
  gives　me　that　strange　sudden　sense　of　an　echo　from　a　former
  existence　which　always　seems　to　me　such　a　striking　proof　that　we
  have　immortal　souls。
  OCTAVIUS。　Do　you　believe　that　is　true？
  ANN。　Tavy；　if　it　is　to　become　true　you　must　lose　me　as　well　as
  love　me。
  OCTAVIUS。　Oh！　＇he　hastily　sits　down　at　the　little　table　and
  covers　his　face　with　his　hands＇。
  ANN。　＇with　conviction＇　Tavy：　I　wouldn't　for　worlds　destroy　your
  illusions。　I　can　neither　take　you　nor　let　you　go。　I　can　see
  exactly　what　will　suit　you。　You　must　be　a　sentimental　old
  bachelor　for　my　sake。
  OCTAVIUS。　＇desperately＇　Ann：　I'll　kill　myself。
  ANN。　Oh　no　you　won't：　that　wouldn't　be　kind。　You　won't　have　a　bad
  time。　You　will　be　very　nice　to　women；　and　you　will　go　a　good　deal
  to　the　opera。　A　broken　heart　is　a　very　pleasant　complaint　for　a
  man　in　London　if　he　has　a　comfortable　income。
  OCTAVIUS。　＇considerably　cooled；　but　believing　that　he　is　only
  recovering　his　self…control＇　I　know　you　mean　to　be　kind；　Ann。
  Jack　has　persuaded　you　that　cynicism　is　a　good　tonic　for　me。　＇He
  rises　with　quiet　dignity＇。
  ANN。　＇studying　him　slyly＇　You　see；　I'm　disillusionizing　you
  already。　That's　what　I　dread。
  OCTAVIUS。　You　do　not　dread　disillusionizing　Jack。
  ANN。　＇her　face　lighting　up　with　mischievous　ecstasywhispering＇　I
  can't：　he　has　no　illusions　about　me。　I　shall　surprise　Jack　the
  other　way。　Getting　over　an　unfavorable　impression　is　ever　so　much
  easier　than　living　up　to　an　ideal。　Oh；　I　shall　enrapture　Jack
  sometimes！
  OCTAVIUS。　＇resuming　the　calm　phase　of　despair；　and　beginning　to
  enjoy　his　broken　heart　and　delicate　attitude　without　knowing　it＇
  I　don't　doubt　that。　You　will　enrapture　him　always。　And　hethe
  fool！thinks　you　would　make　him　wretched。
  ANN。　Yes：　that's　the　difficulty；　so　far。
  OCTAVIUS。　＇heroically＇　Shall　I　tell　him　that　you　love？
  ANN。　＇quickly＇　Oh　no：　he'd　run　away　again。
  OCTAVIUS。　＇shocked＇　Ann：　would　you　marry　an　unwilling　man？
  ANN。　What　a　queer　creature　you　are；　Tavy！　There's　no　such　thing
  as　a　willing　man　when　you　really　go　for　him。　＇She　laughs
  naughtily＇。　I'm　shocking　you；　I　suppose。　But　you　know　you　are
  really　getting　a　sort　of　satisfaction　already　in　being　out　of
  danger　yourself。
  OCTAVIUS　＇startled＇　Satisfaction！　＇Reproachfully＇　You　say　that　to
  me！
  ANN。　Well；　if　it　were　really　agony；　would　you　ask　for　more　of　it？
  OCTAVIUS。　Have　I　asked　for　more　of　it？
  ANN。　You　have　offered　to　tell　Jack　that　I　love　him。　That's
  self…sacrifice；　I　suppose；　but　there　must　be　some　satisfaction　in
  it。　Perhaps　it's　because　you're　a　poet。　You　are　like　the　bird
  that　presses　its　breast　against　the　sharp　thorn　to　make　itself
  sing。
  OCTAVIUS。　It's　quite　simple。　I　love　you；　and　I　want　you　to　be
  happy。　You　don't　love　me；　so　I　can't　make　you　happy　myself；　but　I
  can　help　another　man　to　do　it。
  ANN。　Yes：　it　seems　quite　simple。　But　I　doubt　if　we　ever　know　why
  we　do　things。　The　only　really　simple　thing　is　to　go　straight　for
  what　you　want　and　grab　it。　I　suppose　I　don't　love　you；　Tavy；　but
  sometimes　I　feel　as　if　I　should　like　to　make　a　man　of　you
  somehow。　You　are　very　foolish　about　women。
  OCTAVIUS。　＇almost　coldly＇　I　am　content　to　be　what　I　am　in　that
  respect。
  ANN。　Then　you　must　keep　away　from　them；　and　only　dream　about
  them。　I　wouldn't　marry　you　for　worlds；　Tavy。
  OCTAVIUS。　I　have　no　hope；　Ann：　I　accept　my　ill　luck。　But　I　don't
  think　you　quite　know　how　much　it　hurts。
  ANN。　You　are　so　softhearted！　It's　queer　that　you　should　be　so
  different　from　Violet。　Violet's　as　hard　as　nails。
  OCTAVIUS。　Oh　no。　I　am　sure　Violet　is　thoroughly　womanly　at　heart。
  ANN。　＇with　some　impatience＇　Why　do　you　say　that？　Is　it　unwomanly
  to　be　thoughtful　and　businesslike　and　sensible？　Do　you　want
  Violet　to　be　an　idiotor　something　worse；　like　me？
  OCTAVIUS。　Something　worselike　you！　What　do　you　mean；　Ann？
  ANN。　Oh　well；　I　don't　mean　that；　of　course。　But　I　have　a　great
  respect　for　Violet。　She　gets　her　own　way　always。
  OCTAVIUS。　＇sighing＇　So　do　you。
  ANN。　Yes；　but　somehow　she　gets　it　without　coaxingwithout　having
  to　make　people　sentimental　about　her。
  OCTAVIUS。　＇with　brotherly　callousness＇　Nobody　could　get　very
  sentimental　about　Violet；　I　think；　pretty　as　she　is。
  ANN。　Oh　yes　they　could；　if　she　made　them。
  OCTAVIUS。　But　surely　no　really　nice　woman　would　deliberately
  practise　on　men's　instincts　in　that　way。
  ANN。　＇throwing　up　her　hands＇　Oh　Tavy；　Tavy；　Ricky　Ticky　Tavy；
  heaven　help　the　woman　who　marries　you！
  OCTAVIUS。　＇his　passion　reviving　at　the　name＇　Oh　why；　why；　why　do
  you　say　that？　Don't　torment　me。　I　don't　understand。
  ANN。　Suppose　she　were　to　tell　fibs；　and　lay　snares　for　men？
  OCTAVIUS。　Do　you　think　I　could　marry　such　a　womanI；　who　have
  known　and　loved　you？
  ANN。　Hm！　Well；　at　all　events；　she　wouldn't　let　you　if　she　were
  wise。　So　that's　settled。　And　now　I　can't　talk　any　more。　Say　you
  forgive　me；　and　that　the　subject　is　closed。
  OCTAVIUS。　I　have　nothing　to　forgive；　and　the　subject　is　closed。
  And　if　the　wound　is　open；　at　least　you　shall　never　see　it　bleed。
  ANN。　Poetic　to　the　last；　Tavy。　Goodbye；　dear。　＇She　pats　his
  check；　has　an　impulse　to　kiss　him　and　then　another　impulse　of
  distaste　which　prevents　her；　finally　runs　away　through　the　garden
  and　into　the　villa＇。
  Octavius　again　ta