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 —You are not only clever but sympathetic as well.

—And Alexandra?

—If you could only have seen him standing there, this poor, industrious scientist Would you believe it? An astronomer! With his hopeless, despairing, inarticulate love; with his shattered romance; with his bleeding heart and Albert insulting him with cold, withering elegance And there he stood with bowed head disgraced irreparably annihilated  after he had made such a sacrifice for the family Can you picture it? Such loyalty—and such a martyrdom? You tell me, as a woman, is such a young man not noble?

—[Emphatically.] Most noble!

—[Rhetorically.] Is he the sort of young man who should be driven out? Is he the sort who should be despised?

—Certainly not.

—[With increasing fervor.] Is he the sort who should be insulted? Who should be mistreated? Who should be punished?

—God forbid.

—[Still more impassioned.] Again I ask you: Does such a young man deserve to be driven away? To be insulted? To be mistreated? Or does he deserve to  what shall I say?