'Whether was it pride, Which out of daily fortune ever taints The happy man? whether defect of judgment, To fail in the disposing of those chances Which he was lord of? or whether nature, Not to be other than one thing, not moving From the casque to the cushion, but commanding peace Even with the same austerity and garb As he controlled the war?'"
"Well, answer yourself, Sphinx."
"It was a spice of all; and you must not be proud to your workpeople; you must not neglect chances of soothing them; and you must not be of an inflexible nature, uttering a request as austerely as if it were a command."
"That is the moral you tack to the play. What puts such notions into your head?"
"A wish for your good, a care for your safety, dear Robert, and a fear, caused by many things which I have heard lately, that you will come to harm."
"Who tells you these things?"

"It was pride," said Caroline. "You must not be proud to your workpeople; you must soothe them; you must not be inflexible and austere."
"What puts such notions into your head?"
"A care for your safety, dear Robert, and a fear that you will come to harm. 