That is all.

You cannot argue with the choice of the soul." "Of the soul," said Barker, knitting his brows, "I cannot pretend to say anything, but speaking in the interests of the public--" Mr.Auberon Quin rose suddenly to his feet.
"If you'll excuse me, gentlemen," he said, "I will step out for a moment into the air." "I'm so sorry, Auberon," said Lambert, good-naturedly; "do you feel bad ?" "Not bad exactly," said Auberon, with self-restraint; "rather good, if anything.

Strangely and richly good.

The fact is, I want to reflect a little on those beautiful words that have just been uttered.
'Speaking,' yes, that was the phrase, 'speaking in the interests of the public.' One cannot get the honey from such things without being alone for a little." "Is he really off his chump, do you think ?" asked Lambert.
The old President looked after him with queerly vigilant eyes.
"He is a man, I think," he said, "who cares for nothing but a joke.

He is a dangerous man." Lambert laughed in the act of lifting some maccaroni to his mouth.
"Dangerous!" he said.