That is your reason for living here, I think.

But, in another way, I cannot understand you at all." She spoke to the horse and we moved on again.

I waited for her to continue, but she was silent.
"How?
What is the other way! The way in which you cannot understand me ?" I asked.
"Shall I tell you?
Do you wish me to be perfectly frank ?" "Yes." "I cannot understand how a man such as you seem to be, young, educated, and with life before him, can be content to do as you do, spend your time in fishing, or sailing, or shooting.

To have no ambition at all.
My father was a poor country boy, like your friend, Mr.Taylor, but he worked night and day until he became what he is now.

And even now he works, and works hard.