You are greatly altered, and it is a pity that you have lost your flowing locks; but you look like a happy man, and to what do you owe it?
To the word, the only right word: 'Art!'" He let her finish the sentence, then answered gravely "There is still a loftier word, noble lady! Whoever owns it--is rich indeed.

He will no longer wander--seek in doubt.
"And this is ?" she asked incredulously, with a smile of superior knowledge.
"I have found it," he answered firmly.

"It is 'Love.'" Sophonisba bent her head, saying softly and sadly: "yes, yes--love." ETEXT EDITOR'S BOOKMARKS: Among fools one must be a fool He was steadfast in everything, even anger No one we learn to hate more easily, than the benefactor Once laughed at a misfortune, its sting loses its point To expect gratitude is folly Whoever condemns, feels himself superior.