"What are you going to do with yourself ?" If it had not been for the diabolical irony of the mishap he would have answered with his gay flourish.

But now he could not so answer.

Boyish, hateful tears stood in his eyes and, in spite of anguished effort of will, threatened to fall.

He continued to look into the fire, so that she should not see them.

"I shall go on as I always have done," he said as stoutly as he could.
"Your prospects are not very bright, I fear." "I shall keep my head above water," said Paul.