The Open Door (Sir Geoffrey)
Sir Geoffrey says
What would you have me do? Go into the House? Thank you, I’ve been there. You spend your time on the Terrace or in the smoke-room till a muffin-bell rings; then you gravely walk into the lobby, where an energetic gentleman counts you as Polyphemus counted his sheep. Philanthropy! Well, I’ve tried that, but it’s not in my line. I’m quite a respectable landlord, but a fellow can’t live all himself in a great Elizabethan barrack. Town–the Season? Christian mothers invite you to inspect their daughters’ shoulders, with a view to purchase. I’m tired of golf and polo; I’m tired of bridge. So I’ll try the good sea and the open plains; sleep in a tent and watch the stars twinkle–the stars that make you afraid.