Rafael Sabatini,
Fortune's Fool — Chapter VI.
(1923)
“ Etheredge laughed. "To be callow despite the years is to bear the mark of greatness. Whom the gods love are callow always; for whom the gods love die young, whatever be their age.""You aim at paradox, I suppose. God help me!""No paradox at all. Whom the gods love never grow old," Etheredge explained himself. "They never come to suffer as do you from jaded appetites.""You may be right," his grace admitted gloomily. "Prescribe me a tonic.""That is what I was doing: Sylvia Farquharson, at the Duke's House." ”
