The sunshine fell upon his thin, somewhat hard face, and she looked at him thoughtfully.
"Are you getting older, Norris ?" she asked, "or are things going the wrong way with you just now ?" He raised his eyebrows.
"It is a very strenuous life this," he remarked.

"One has to crush all one's nervous instincts, and when one has succeeded in doing that, one finds oneself a little aged." She nodded.
"You look like that," she said.

"You look as though a good many of the fires had burned out, and left you--well, something of a machine.

Is it worth while ?" "I don't know," he answered listlessly.
"You ought to go to Europe more often," she said softly.

"I do not understand how men can make the slaves of themselves that you do here.
Don't you long sometimes to feel your feet off the treadmill ?" "Perhaps," he answered; "but the life here becomes like one of those pernicious habits of cigarette smoking, or morphia taking.