"It WOULD be funny, wouldn't it?
But you wouldn't have to.

I'd go off and do it alone somewhere--in a dark room, I think, or on a desert island; at any rate where nobody should see.

Where's the harm moreover," he went on, "of any suffering that doesn't bore one, as I'm sure, however much its outer aspect might amuse some others, mine wouldn't bore me?
What I should do in my desert island or my dark room, I feel, would be just to dance about with the thrill of it--which is exactly the exhibition of ludicrous gambols that I would fain have arranged to spare you.

I assure you, dear Mrs.Brook," he wound up, "that I'm not in the least bored now.

Everything's so interesting." "You're beautiful!" she vaguely interposed.
But he pursued without heeding: "Was perhaps what you had in your head that _I_ should see him-- ?" She came back but slowly, however, to the moment.