You say to the child, Why have you been naughty?
And the little angel puts its finger into its mouth, and doesn't know.

My case exactly, Miss Clack! I couldn't confess it to anybody else.

I feel impelled to confess it to YOU!" I began to recover myself.

A mental problem was involved here.

I am deeply interested in mental problems--and I am not, it is thought, without some skill in solving them.
"Best of friends, exert your intellect, and help me," he proceeded.
"Tell me--why does a time come when these matrimonial proceedings of mine begin to look like something done in a dream?
Why does it suddenly occur to me that my true happiness is in helping my dear Ladies, in going my modest round of useful work, in saying my few earnest words when called on by my Chairman?
What do I want with a position?
I have got a position?
What do I want with an income?
I can pay for my bread and cheese, and my nice little lodging, and my two coats a year.