The great time Eternity, the great space Death, could not rob them of their saintship; for they were canonized by our bitterest tears.
She was roused from her reverie by the Disagreeable Man, who got up, and pushed his chair noisily under the table.
"Will you come and help me to develop some photographs ?" he asked cheerily.

"You do not need to have a straight eye for that!" Then as they went along together, he said: "When we come to think about it seriously, it is rather absurd for us to expect to have uninterrupted stretches of happiness.

Happiness falls to our share in separate detached bits; and those of us who are wise, content ourselves with these broken fragments." "But who is wise ?" Bernardine asked.

"Why, we all expect to be happy.
No one told us that we were to be happy.

Still, though no one told us, it is the true instinct of human nature." "It would be interesting to know at what particular period of evolution into our present glorious types we felt that instinct for the first time," he said.