“She regarded me merely as a person in a play. She knows nothing of life. I want you and Basil to come with me some night and see her act. I have not the slightest fear of the result. You are certain to acknowledge her genius. When all that is settled, I shall take a West End theater and bring her out properly. She will make the world as mad as she has made me.”

“The snow was very plentiful. And clouds were very few.
When a weather-beaten sparrow Through, a mansion window flew.
Her eye fell on a golden cage. A sweet love song she heard. Sung by a pet canary there. A handsome yellow bird.
He said to her, "Miss Sparrow, I've been struck by Cupid's arrow, would you share my cage with me?"
She looked up at his castle, with its ribbon and its tassel, and in plaintive tones said she:       
“Good-bye, little yellow bird, I'd rather brave the cold. On a leafless tree, than a prisoner be. In a cage of gold.     

The spoiled and petted yellow bird could scarce believe it true, that a common sparrow should refuse, A bird with blood so blue.
He told her the advantages, Of riches and of gold.
She answered that her liberties, for gold could not be sold.
She said, "I must be going." But he cried "No, no, it’s snowing. And the wintry winds do blow,
Stay with me, my little dearie. For without you 'twould be dreary."
But she only sighed "Ah, no."                             
"Good-bye, little yellow bird, I'd gladly mate with you.
I love you, little yellow bird, But I love my freedom, too.
So good-bye, little yellow bird, I'd rather brave the cold.
On a leafless tree. Than a prisoner be. In a cage of gold."