Life here, after all, must become something of an abstraction." "It contents me," I declared shortly.
"Then I am not sure that you are in an altogether healthy frame of mind," she answered, coolly.

"Have you no ambitions ?" "Such as I have," I muttered, "are hopeless.

They were built on sand--and they have fallen." "Then reconstruct them," she said.

"You are far too young to speak with such a note of finality." "Some day," I answered, "I suppose I shall.

At present I am content to live on, amongst the fragments.