It all depends upon circumstances.

I believe there is a certain group of circumstances possible for every man, in which his will is destined to snap like a dry twig." "My dear boy," said Rowland, "don't talk about the will being 'destined.' The will is destiny itself.

That 's the way to look at it." "Look at it, my dear Rowland," Roderick answered, "as you find most comfortable.

One conviction I have gathered from my summer's experience," he went on--"it 's as well to look it frankly in the face--is that I possess an almost unlimited susceptibility to the influence of a beautiful woman." Rowland stared, then strolled away, softly whistling to himself.

He was unwilling to admit even to himself that this speech had really the sinister meaning it seemed to have.