the question. I charge you with having wilfully and criminally interfered in my life; I charge you with having robbed me of what was mine; I charge you with being utterly vile and rapacious, a hypocrite and a parasite!”

“Foolish boy,” Reginald rejoined austerely. “It is through me that the best in you shall survive, even as the obscure Elizabethans live in him of Avon. Shakespeare absorbed what was great in little men — a greatness that otherwise would have perished — and gave it a setting, a life.”

“A thief may plead the same. I understand you better. It is your inordinate vanity that prompts you to abuse your monstrous power.”

“You err. Self-love has never entered into my actions.