Timon' sounds very well, does it not?"

"Yes, you may call me anything you like. I suppose Timon is as good as
any other name. And it suits me, too."

"You must have had a hard life," Jean replied, not knowing what else to
say. "It has evidently made you very bitter against your fellow men."

"Hard is not a strong enough word, Miss. You see that copy of the
'Aeneid'? Well, I read as much of that as I do Shakespeare. I like to
follow the history of Old Aeneas. Many of his troubles were mine, and
truly has Virgil sung of them. He was an exile by fate, and so am I.
He had many wanderings, and so have I. He was treated with base
ingratitude, and so was I. Yes, Timon and Aeneas are my brothers in
tribulation. Like them I hate and curse my enemies."

"But this is a Christian age," Jean reminded. "We are taught by our
Great Master to love our enemies, to bless and curse not."

"What! love King George, that crazy fool? Love a thing that brought on
the war? Love a creature with the brains of a mouse? Nonsense. I
don't believe the Lord ever meant us to love such a being."

Jean little expected that her quiet rebuke would cause such an
outburst. She had always held the King in the highest esteem, as one
who ruled by divine authority. To hear him now reviled, was more than
she could endure.

"You have no right to talk about our good King in such a manner," she
stoutly defended. "He is a great King, and thousands have died for him