I know you are one of those for whom the present alone exists--you easily forget the past, and take no trouble for the future.

Paris is your heaven, or St.Petersburg, or Vienna, as the fancy takes you; and the modern atheistical doctrines of French demoralization are in your blood.
Nothing but a heaven-sent miracle could make you other than you are, and miracles do not exist for the materialist.

But let me say two words more before you go from this house.

Seek no more to avenge yourself for your love-disappointment on Heliobas--for you have really nothing to avenge.

By your own confession you only cared for Zara's body--that body was always perishable, and it has perished by a sudden but natural catastrophe.