"No woman who would preserve her loveliness should let her cares trouble her dreams." "How am I to do that ?" Laodice asked with a flare of scorn.
"Do I perceive in that a desire for advice or an explanation of a situation ?" "Both." Amaryllis smiled thoughtfully at the girl, while the light of sudden intent appeared on her face.
"You are unhappy, my dear, through your prejudices," she began.

"We call convictions prejudices when they are other than our own beliefs.
By that sign, you shall know that I am going to take issue with you.

I am, perhaps, the ideal of that which you would not be.

But no man will say that my lot is not enviable." "Are you happy ?" Laodice asked in a low voice.
"Are you ?" the Greek returned.

"No," she went on after a pause.