CHAPTER XIII.
THE WORLD GOES ON THE SAME.
Into my chamber brightly Came the early sun's good-morrow; On my restless bed, unsightly, I sat up in my sorrow.
_Faust._ It is an amazing thing, the strength and power of pride.

Pride, and the law of self-respect and self-preservation in our being, is the force that holds us in our course.

When we reflect upon it, how few of all the myriads fly out from it and are lost.

That I ate my meals; that I dressed myself with care; that I took walks and drives: that I did not avoid my companions, and listened patiently to what they chose to say: these were the evidences of that centripetal law within that was keeping me from destruction.

It would be difficult to imagine a person more unhappy.