The way he was wrecked by that creature!

I know he was never to blame.

He never suspected. He liked her—

He'd known her for most of his life—

And of course, it was quite a temptation

To run off with another man's wife.

At his age, you know—barely thirty—

So romantic, and makes such a noise

In one's club—why, one can't but excuse him,

Now can one, dear? Boys will be boys.

I've known him so long—why, he'd come here

And talk to me just like a son.

It's my duty—I feel as a mother—

To save him; the thing can be done

Very easily. First, I must show him

How grossly the woman deceived

And entrapped him.—It made such a scandal

You know, that he can't be received

At all, any more, till he drops her—

He'll certainly not be so mad

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