And I give the world what it wants.
See ?" He laughed, a laugh which was as cynical as Howard's.
"The world is not so much an oyster which you've got to open with a sword, as the old proverb has it, but a wild beast.

Yes, a wild beast: and you've got to fight him at first, fight him tooth and claw.

When you've beaten him, ah! then you've got to feed him." "You have beaten your wild beast, Sir Stephen," remarked Howard.
"Well--yes, more or less; anyhow, he seemed ready to come to my hand for the tit-bits I can give him.

The world likes to be _feted_, likes good dinners and high-class balls; but above all it likes to be amused.
I'm going to give it what it wants." Stafford looked up.

This declaration coming from his father jarred upon Stafford, whose heart he had won.
"Why should you trouble, sir ?" he said, quietly.