104 MYSTERIES :
PERCY.
I cannot think at home.
VAUGHAN.
Why think, if thinking makes you sad?
| PERCY.
That I may write. I have not long to live, and I
must write, write always.
FRIEND [aside to Vaughan).
Ii me semble qu’il a faim.
PERCY.
I am hungry for a little love, a little pity. To-night
you have shown me your soul, and I am not hungry
any more.
VAUGHAN. |
But, boy, you are starving physically. Come home
with me and have some dinner. Only my daughter
will be there.
PERCY,
You are very kind. Thank you.
FRIEND [aside].
He is a gentleman.
VAUGHAN.
But what are you doing to be alone in London ?