106 MYSTERIES :
VAUGHAN.
Do you find beauty in her ?
PERCY.
No, but I see in her history a poem, to which I
trust that God will write an end.
VAUGHAN.
What end can come but evil ?
PERCY.
O! if I had no hope for her I should have none for
myself.
VAUGHAN,
How? Have you then fallen?
PERCY.
Oh, yes, I have fallen. I am older every hour. [
have wasted time, I have wasted love.
VAUGHAN.
Perhaps it is not all waste after all. There is a
use for everything, nothing is destroyed—believe so,
anyhow! —
FRIEND.
What about this dinner of yours, Vaughan? Esmé
will think us a long while gone.
VAUGHAN.
Hansom ! | : [Exeunt.