IN THE GENTLEMANLY INTEREST

He polished snubs till they were regnant art, Curling their shameless toilets round the hour. Each lay upon his lips an exquisite flower Subtly malign and poisoned for its part. The path of victims was no wanton plan— He had bowed his head in sorrow at his birth, For he had said long ere he came to earth That it was no place for a gentleman.

But always a heart-scald lurked behind the screen, And somehow he missed the ultimate degrees. He saw a beggar at the daylight's fall And then he rose and robbed him for the scene; And when they called him cad he found release— He felt he had used the finest snub of all.