Men fling them scraps to keep them quiet.

But as to the _real_ feast--liberty to discover the world for themselves, make their own experiments--choose and test their own friends--no, thank you! And what is life worth if it is only to be lived at somebody's else's dictation ?" "But you have only been here twenty-four hours--not so much! And you don't know Lord Buntingford's reasons--" "Oh, yes, I do know!" said Helena, undisturbed--"more or less.

I told you last night.

They don't matter to me.

It's the principle involved that matters.