""No," said Lady Constance, after a moment's thought. "No, I shall not dismiss Beach. I take the view that he was led astray by Galahad. Galahad! I remember, when we were children," said Lady Constance wistfully, "seeing Galahad fall into that deep pond in the kitchen garden. And just as he was sinking for the last time, one of the gardeners came and pulled him out," she added, speaking with a sort of wild regret. It was plain that she was in agreement with the poet that of all sad words of tongue or pen the saddest are these: 'It might have been.' She paused for a moment, brooding on the folly of that chuckle-headed gardener. "
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