How strange and crowded the world must seem to you! I have seen photographs and pictures of the past, the little isolated houses built of bricks made out of burnt mud and all black with soot from your fires, the railway bridges, the simple advertisements, the solemn savage Puritanical men in strange black coats and those tall hats of theirs, iron railway trains on iron bridges overhead, horses and cattle, and even dogs running half wild about the streets.

And suddenly, you have come into this!" "Into this," said Graham.
"Out of your life--out of all that was familiar." "The old life was not a happy one," said Graham.

"I do not regret that." She looked at him quickly.

There was a brief pause.

She sighed encouragingly.