"That's what you always say, poor Bartley! At bottom you really like all these things.

Can't you remember that ?" He put his arm about her.

"All the same, life runs smoothly enough with some people, and with me it's always a messy sort of patchwork.

It's like the song; peace is where I am not.

How can you face it all with so much fortitude ?" She looked at him with that clear gaze which Wilson had so much admired, which he had felt implied such high confidence and fearless pride.