That's all I mean, at any rate--that it's sort of soothing; as if we were sitting about on divans, with pigtails, smoking opium and seeing visions.

'Let us then be up and doing'-- what is it Longfellow says?
That seems sometimes to ring out; like the police breaking in--into our opium den--to give us a shake.

But the beauty of it is, at the same time, that we ARE doing; we're doing, that is, after all, what we went in for.

We're working it, our life, our chance, whatever you may call it, as we saw it, as we felt it, from the first.

We HAVE worked it, and what more can you do than that?
It's a good deal for me," he had wound up, "to have made Charlotte so happy--to have so perfectly contented her.