You have the instincts of the creator, Mannering.

You cannot stifle them.

Some day the cry of the world to its own children will find its echo in your heart, and it may be too late.

For sooner or later, my friend, the place of all men on earth is filled." For a moment that somewhat cynical restraint which seemed to divest of enthusiasm Borrowdean's most earnest words, and which militated somewhat against his reputation as a public speaker, seemed to have fallen from him.

Mannering, recognizing it, answered him gravely enough, though with no less decision.
"If you are right, Borrowdean," he said, "the suffering will be mine.
Come, your time is short now.