What do I care?
I go to Clumber this summer; besides I am doing another play which I rather like.

I always knew that play-writing was my province.

As a youth I tried to write plays in verse; that was my mistake.

Now I know better; I'm sure of myself and of success." Somehow or other in spite of his apparent assurance I felt he was in danger and I doubted his quality as a fighter.

But after all it was not my business: wilful man must have his way.
It seems to me now that my mistrust dated from the second paper war with Whistler, wherein to the astonishment of everyone Oscar did not come off victorious.