'True. "The glorious privilege of being independent"--yes, Burns understood the matter. Go to the piano, dear, and play me something. If I don't mind, I shall fall into Whelpdale's vein, and talk about my "blessedness". Ha! isn't the world a glorious place?'
'For rich people.'
'Yes, for rich people. How I pity the poor devils!--Play anything. Better still if you will sing, my nightingale!'
So Amy first played and then sang, and Jasper lay back in dreamy bliss.
End of The Project Gutenberg Etext New Grub Street, by George Gissing