Francis William Lauderdale Adams,
A Child of the Age — Chapter II.
(1894)
“ For, when Leslie dies, no one will ever speak about him again or be sorry for him, but, when I am dead, people will often speak about me and be sorry for me and like me. It's very nice to think of people liking you when you're dead, I think. . . .' I sat looking into the lower sky, not remembering Bruce. ”
