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Never, in the entr'actes, have I detected, on their lips, a criticism or a comment. Dorriforth. Oh, they say "splendid" distinctly! But a question or two reveals that their reference is vague: they don't themselves know whether they mean the art of the actor or that of the stage-carpenter. Auberon. Isn't that confusion a high result of taste? Isn't it what's called a feeling for the ensemble?
As it happened, it turned out not to be the minister at all. But in the dead man's pocket there was a return ticket to Maidstone." There was a short pause as Quin and his friends Barker and Lambert went swinging on through the slushy grass of Kensington Gardens. Then Auberon resumed. "That story," he said reverently, "is the test of humour."
I also went, and I thought it all, for a sportive, wanton thing, quite painfully ugly. Auberon. Uglier than that ridiculous black room, with the invisible people groping about in it, of your precious "Duc d'Enghien?" Dorriforth. The black room is doubtless not the last word of art, but it struck me as a successful application of a happy idea.
I would paint the Red Lion on my shield if I had only my blood." King Auberon dropped the hand and stood without stirring, thunderstruck. "My God in Heaven!" he said; "is it possible that there is within the four seas of Britain a man who takes Notting Hill seriously?"
"All right, your Majesty," said Buck, easily; "if it isn't disrespectful, I'll put my political calculations in a very simple form. I'll lay you ten pounds to a shilling the herald comes with the surrender." "All right," said Auberon. "I may be wrong, but it's my notion of Adam Wayne that he'll die in his city, and that, till he is dead, it will not be a safe property."
England possesses a theorist of a higher type in Auberon Herbert, who, like Bakunin and Kropotkin, is a scion of a noble house. Herbert began as a representative of Democracy in the seventies, and to-day edits in London a paper called The Free Life, in which he preaches an individualist Anarchism of his own, or, as he himself calls it, "Voluntarism."
One goes to the theatre just for the refreshment of seeing them happen in another way in symmetrical, satisfactory form, with unmistakable effect and just at the right moment. Dorriforth. It shows how the same cause may produce the most diverse consequences. In this truth lies the only hope of art. Auberon. Oh, art, art don't talk about art! Amicia. Mercy, we must talk about something!
Thus also it happened that the only spot of colour in the room was Adam Wayne, who entered in great dignity with the great red robes and the great sword. "We have met," said Auberon, "to decide the most arduous of modern problems. May we be successful." And he sat down gravely. Buck turned his chair a little, and flung one leg over the other.
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They had reached the top of the ridge and the wind struck their faces. "Lambert," said Auberon, "you are a great and good man, though I'm hanged if you look it. You are more. You are a great revolutionist or deliverer of the world, and I look forward to seeing you carved in marble between Luther and Danton, if possible in your present attitude, the hat slightly on one side.
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