| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini: be redressed; a leader was necessary, and none other offered. That is
the whole story. But our chance is slender, and it might have been
great."
"That rake-hell, Ford, Lord Grey has made it so," grumbled Trenchard,
busy with his stockings. "This sudden coming is his work. You heard
what Fletcher said - how he opposed it when first it was urged." He
paused, and looked up suddenly. "Blister me!" he cried, "is it his
lordship's purpose, think you, to work the ruin of Monmouth?"
"What are you saying, Nick?"
"There are certain rumours current touching His Grace and Lady Grey.
A man like Grey might well resort to some such scheme of vengeance."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Altar of the Dead by Henry James: the subject, later, of his passionate loyalty: so public that he
had never spoken of it to a human creature, so public that he had
completely overlooked it. It had made the difference for him that
friendship too was all over, but it had only made just that one.
The shock of interests had been private, intensely so; but the
action taken by Hague had been in the face of men. To-day it all
seemed to have occurred merely to the end that George Stransom
should think of him as "Hague" and measure exactly how much he
himself could resemble a stone. He went cold, suddenly and
horribly cold, to bed.
CHAPTER III.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Riverman by Stewart Edward White: Bishop held out a languidly graceful hand, the boy mumbled a
greeting, the young man nodded lazily over his newspaper. Only
General Bishop, recognising him, arose and grasped his hand, with a
real, though rather fussy, warmth.
"My dear sir," he cried, "I am honoured to see you again. This, my
dear," he addressed his wife, "is the young man I was telling you
about--in the street car," he explained.
"How very interesting," said Mrs. Bishop, with evidently no
comprehension and less interest.
Gerald Bishop cast an ironically amused glance across at Orde. The
boy looked up at him quickly, the sullenness for a moment gone from
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