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"I wonder what she wants," he thought, "perhaps she really does love me and my letter's frightened her!" His spirits rose at the thought and he went jauntily to the door and opened it, and as he did so, Ninian, pale and miserable, panted up the steps. "My God, Quinny!" he exclaimed, almost sobbing, "the Gigantic's gone down!" "The what?" "The Gigantic's gone down! It's in the paper. Look, look!"
"What's the good of fussing like this, Gilbert, when I've told you I won't go...." "Well, sit on the trunk anyhow. I may as well close the thing now I've filled it...." He called Ninian, and between them they carried the luggage downstairs to the cab. "Now then, Quinny!" said Gilbert. "I'm not going, I tell you...." "Get into the cab, damn you. Go on!"
As he stood on the little platform of the carriage, he could see that Mary was not with them, and he felt disappointed. She might have come, too!... "Here he is," he heard Gilbert shout to Ninian as the train drew up. "Hilloa, Quinny!" "Hilloa, Gilbert!" "Hop out quickly, will you!"
"You were only 'Quinny' before, but now you're the moderately well-known novelist, and I'm afraid of you...." "Don't be absurd, Mary!" "But I am, Quinny. I read a review of one of your books in some paper, and it called you a very wise person, and said you knew a great deal about human nature or something of that sort. Well, one feels rather awful in the presence of a person like that.
Gilbert put his arm in Henry's and made him move out of the Savoy courtyard. "Come down to the Embankment," he said. "It's quieter there. I want to talk to you!" "But hadn't we better go home? We can talk on the way. It's late...." "No. I want to go to the Embankment. Damn it all, Quinny, it's a sentimental place for a heart-to-heart talk, isn't it?" "You aren't drunk, Gilbert, I suppose?"
"My own view," he said, beginning as they always began their oracular pronouncements, "my own view is that we make the mistake of thinking in masses instead of in individuals. Everybody who tries to reform the world, tries to make it uniform, but what we want is the most complete diversity that's obtainable. It's the variations from type that make type bearable!..." "That's a good phrase, Quinny.
The thing he's doing now is no damn good, and he'll probably take it off soon. Perhaps he'll produce 'The Magic Casement' after that. Quinny, it is a good play, isn't it? Sometimes I get a most shocking hump about things, and I think I'm no good at all...." "Of course, it's a good play, Gilbert!..." "Yes, but is it good enough?" "I don't know. I don't suppose anything ever is.
"Don't call her Cecily until you've known her two days," Gilbert went on. "She's very particular about that sort of thing. And don't fall too much in love. It'll take you longer to get over it than it took me!" "I hate to hear you talking like that, Gilbert. Anybody'd think you were a dried-up old rip. You're frightfully cynical...." "That's because I'm so young, Quinny.
The Faust theme is the most fundamental and inevitable of all human experiences, the tragedy of life itself. Quite a different thing." Rankin, who never agreed with Quinny unless Quinny maliciously took advantage of his prior announcement to agree with him, continued to combat this idea.
Undoubtedly she has been behind the scenes in many an untold intrigue of the business world. A very feminine woman, and yet, as you shall see, with an unusual instantaneous masculine power of decision." "Peters," said Quinny, waving a warning finger, "you are destroying your story. Your preface will bring an anticlimax."
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