.” 86 I know not what possessed me either; but somehow, my longing was to eclipse the “Ours,” i.e. , Dr. John. Ginevra was tender; how could I be otherwise than chivalric? Retaining the letter, I recklessly altered the spirit of the role. Without heart, without interest, I could not play it at all. It must be played⁠—in went the yearned-for seasoning⁠—thus favoured, I played it with relish.