Seaton threw himself indolently into one of wicker chairs by the window--a window which was broad and wide, commanding a full view of distant mountains, and far away to the left a glimpse of sea.
"I am vexed, and I want to see her"-- he repeated, speaking aloud to himself--"Now--WHY?
Why am I vexed ?--and why do I want to see her?
Reason gives no answer! If she were here she would bore me to death.

I could do nothing.

She would ask me questions--and if I answered them she would not understand,--she is too stupid.

She has no comprehension of any thing beyond simple primitive animalism.

Now if it were Morgana--" He stopped in his talk, and started as if he had been stung.