And that's almost the whole story. One may
always trust Mrs. HINKSON to get her atmosphere right; but she is not so
happy in her attempt to contrast the preternaturally unselfish _Darling_
who, like an earlier _Mr. Darling_, would have been content to live in a
kennel) with the inordinately self-indulgent father of the _Adairs_.
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THE NEW ORDER OF THINGS.
"I assume," said the Cynic, "that you are sufficiently sanguine to
rejoice in the prospects of Peace."
"I derive a certain satisfaction from those prospects," replied Mr.
Punch on a note of reserve.
"But you ought to be jazzing for joy, like the other fools in their
Paradise of nigger minstrelsy."
"My years excuse me from choric exercises," said the Sage. "And, anyhow,
it doesn't take me that way."
"Then you are not in the movement. You are not in touch with the
spiritual pulse of our throbbing Metropolis; you take no active part in
the New Life that is springing from the seed of England's sacrifices.
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