My soul and heart are as happy and quiet here as this old garden, but my reason is still crying out.

I should like to know." Sunday looked at Ratcliffe, whose clear voice said-- "It seems so silly that you should have been on both sides and fought yourself." Bull said-- "I understand nothing, but I am happy.

In fact, I am going to sleep." "I am not happy," said the Professor with his head in his hands, "because I do not understand.

You let me stray a little too near to hell." And then Gogol said, with the absolute simplicity of a child-- "I wish I knew why I was hurt so much." Still Sunday said nothing, but only sat with his mighty chin upon his hand, and gazed at the distance.

Then at last he said-- "I have heard your complaints in order.