Go, then, behind stone walls, and please do not come to me again.

If you do, you will only be a troublesome ghost.

You will cause awkwardness and distress.' So, Mr.Anson--I must be polite to him--did the most reasonable and proper thing.

He disappeared from the play before it actually became tragedy.
There was no tragedy in his death--death is a magnificent ally; it untangles knots.

The tragedy was in his living--in the perpetual ruin of his wife's life, renewed every morning.