I am perfectly contented, and if I am not happy I at least do not realise what unhappiness means.

Am I not always of the same even temper ?" "Indeed you are." She tried not to speak bitterly, but something in her tone struck him.
"Ah, I see! You despise me a little for my apathy.

Yes, you are quite right.

Man is not made to turn idleness into a fine art, nor to manufacture contentment out of his own culpable indifference! It is despicable--and yet, here I am." "I never meant that," cried Unorna with sudden heat.

"Even if I had, what right have I to make myself the judge of your life ?" "The right of friendship," answered the Wanderer very quietly.