I told him you were my friend--and you are, aren't you ?--and he was overjoyed." "Overjoyed?
What in the name of Heaven about ?" "Mr.Vane thought that if I took the play to you and asked you to read it you would be sure to say you would." "Mr.Vane had no business to think anything of the kind.

Doesn't he know that nothing in this world can be taken for granted?
I've committed the folly myself too often not to know that placing faith in other people is vanity and vexation." "Yes, sir.

But you'll read Mr.Vane's play all the same, won't you ?" "What a wheedling baggage it is," muttered Gay.
And he held the parcel and resisted the impulse to give it back to Lavinia and to tell her that he had neither time nor inclination to read other men's plays.

His own play was sufficient for him at that moment..