What I mean is that you had better give up staring." "Staring?
I never stared at you or anyone else, in my life!" "Stupid Morris! By staring I mean star-gazing, and by star-gazing I mean trying to get away from the earth--in your mind, you know." Morris ran his fingers through his untidy hair and opened his lips to answer.
"Don't contradict me," she interrupted in a full steady voice.

"That's what you are thinking of half the day, and dreaming about all the night." "What's that ?" he ejaculated.
"I don't know," she answered, with a sudden access of indifference.

"Do you know yourself ?" "I am waiting for instruction," said Morris, sarcastically.
"All right, then, I'll try.

I mean that you are not satisfied with this world and those of us who live here.

You keep trying to fashion another--oh! yes, you have been at it from a boy, you see I have got a good memory, I remember all your 'vision stories'-- and then you try to imagine its inhabitants." "Well," said Morris, with the sullen air of a convicted criminal, "without admitting one word of this nonsense, what if I do ?" "Only that you had better look out that you don't _find_ whatever it is you seek.