"You'll take me for a street ranter if I go on.

But it's rather piteous to see people straining and agonizing after what, after all, can never bring them any comfort." "But that's just what I was saying," he protested.
Her frank eyes looked straight into his.

"But you're doing it yourself all the same," she said.

"You're playing for your own hand all the time and so you're a loser and always will be.

It's the chief rule of the game." She smiled faintly.