"You are an odd lad," he said good-humoredly.

"You are in the morning of life; there are always mists in the morning as there are in the evening.

In the light of your full manhood you will see these things differently.

Your creed of Nothing provides no moral law,--no hold on the conscience, no restraint on the passions,--don't you see that ?" Lorimer smiled with a very winning and boyish candor.

"You are exceedingly good, sir, to credit me with a conscience! I don't think I have one,--I'm sure I have no passions.