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“is to have failed in life.”

REGINALD AT THE THEATRE
    â€œA FTER all,” said the Duchess vaguely, “there are certain things you can’t get away from. Right and wrong, good conduct and moral rectitude, have certain well-defined limits.”
    â€œSo, for the matter of that,” replied Reginald, “has the Russian Empire. The trouble is that the limits are not always in the same place.”
    Reginald and the Duchess regarded each other with mutual distrust, tempered by a scientific interest. Reginald considered that the Duchess had much to learn; in particular, not to hurry out of the Carlton as though afraid of losing one’s last ’bus. A woman, he said, who is careless of disappearances is capable of leaving town before Goodwood, and dying at the wrong moment of an unfashionable disease.
    The Duchess thought that Reginald did not exceed the ethical standard which circumstances demanded.
    â€œOf course,” she resumed combatively, “it’s the prevailing fashion to believe in perpetual change and mutability, and all that sort ofthing, and to say we are all merely an improved form of primeval ape—of course you subscribe to that doctrine?”
    â€œI think it decidedly premature; in most people I know the process is far from complete.”
    â€œAnd equally of course you are quite irreligious?”
    â€œOh, by no means. The fashion just now is a Roman Catholic frame of mind with an Agnostic conscience: you get the mediæval picturesqueness of the one with the modern conveniences of the other.”
    The Duchess suppressed a sniff. She was one of those people who regard the Church of England with patronizing affection, as if it were something that had grown up in their kitchen garden.
    â€œBut there are other things,” she continued, “which I suppose are to a certain extent sacred even to you. Patriotism, for instance, and Empire, and Imperial responsibility, and blood-is-thicker-than-water, and all that sort of thing.”
    Reginald waited for a couple of minutes before replying, while the Lord of Rimini temporarily monopolized the acoustic possibilities of the theatre.
    â€œThat is the worst of a tragedy,” he observed, “one can’t always hear oneself talk. Of course I accept the Imperial idea and the responsibility. After all, I would just as soon think in Continents as anywhere else. And some day, when the season is over and we have the time, you shall explain to me the exact blood-brotherhood and all that sort of thing that exists between a French Canadian and a mild Hindoo and a Yorkshireman, for instance.”
    â€œOh, well, ‘dominion over palm and pine,’ you know,” quoted the Duchess hopefully; “of course we mustn’t forget that we’re all part of the great Anglo-Saxon Empire.”
    â€œWhich for its part is rapidly becoming a suburb of Jerusalem. A very pleasant suburb, I admit, and quite a charming Jerusalem. But still a suburb.”
    â€œReally, to be told one’s living in a suburb when one is conscious of spreading the benefits of civilization all over the world! Philanthropy—I suppose you will say
that
is a comfortable delusion; and yet even you must admit that whenever want or misery or starvation is known to exist, however distant or difficult of access, we instantly organize relief on the most generous scale, and distribute it, if need be, to the uttermost ends of the earth.”
    The Duchess paused, with a sense of ultimate triumph. She hadmade the same observation at a drawing-room meeting, and it had been extremely well received.
    â€œI wonder,” said Reginald, “if you have ever walked down the Embankment on a winter night?”
    â€œGracious, no, child! Why do you ask?”
    â€œI didn’t; I only wondered. And even your philanthropy, practised in a world where everything is based on competition, must have a debit as well as a credit account. The