"Is this your much-belauded logic?
What becomes of your dogmas, in the face of the first misfortune--dogmas which enjoin a reserve of decisive judgment, that you may preserve your equanimity, and not overburden your soul, in addition to the misfortune itself, with the conviction that something monstrous has befallen you?
I remember how much that pleased me the first time I heard it.

For your own sake--for the sake of us all--cease this foolish raving, and do not merely call yourself a skeptic--be one; control the passion that is rending you.

For love of me--for love of us all--" And as she spoke she laid her hand on his shoulder, for he had sat down again; and although he pushed her away with some petulance, she went on in a tone of gentle entreaty: "If we are not to be altogether too late in the field, let us consider the situation calmly.

I am but a girl, and this fresh disaster will fall more hardly on me than on you; for what would become of me without my father ?" "Life with him has at any rate taught you patient endurance," her brother broke in with a sullen shrug.
"Yes, life," she replied, firmly: "life, which shows us the right way better than all your books.

Who can tell what may have detained Argutis?
I wilt wait no longer.