"But it was all over there--beyond the sea.

I don't see any here.

This is a paradise." Gertrude said nothing; she sat looking at the dahlias and the currant-bushes in the garden, while Felix went on with his work.

"To 'enjoy,'" she began at last, "to take life--not painfully, must one do something wrong ?" Felix gave his long, light laugh again.

"Seriously, I think not.