They know when they are wrong, and own it. In fact, that's the
greatest difference between men. The feeble and self-opinionated
never acknowledge an error, but the truly sincere can confess and
retrieve their hallucinations and prejudices. Well, I am glad to
have seen Prometesky, and to be disabused of aome ideas respecting
him."
Count Stanislas, on the other hand, received me with, "So that is
Erymanth! The tyrant, against whom we raged, proves a charitable,
benevolent, prosy old gentleman. How many illusions a few decades
dispel, and how much hatred one wastes!"
Lord Erymanth had told me that his sister would soon be at home, and
in September I was surprised by a call from Dermot. "Yes, I'm at
Arked," he said, "Killy Marey is full of Dublin workmen. My uncle
has undertaken to make it habitable for me, like an old brick, and,
in the meantime, there's not a room fit to smoke or sleep in, so I'm
come home like a dutiful son."
"Then your mother is come?"
"Oh yes; she is come for six weeks, and then she and the St. Glears
are to join company and winter at Rome."
"At Rome?"
"Prevention, you see," said Dermot, with a twinkle in his eye, as if
he were not very uneasy. "The question is whether it is in time.
She will have Piggy's attentions at Christmas. He is to come out for
the vacation."
Then he further told me that his mother had brought home with her a
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