A man can find just as much enjoyment in life when he feels it his duty to account for his movements.

I don't care whether Kerns is comparatively happy or not--there's nothing either sacred or holy in that kind of happiness, and I'm not going to endure the sort of life he likes any longer!" Immersed in moral reflections, inspired by affectionate obligations to violently inflict happiness upon Kerns, the minutes passed very agreeably until the amused voice of the Tracer of Lost Persons sounded again in the receiver.
"Mr.Gatewood ?" "Yes, I am here, Mr.Keen." "Do you really think it best for Mr.Kerns to fall in love ?" "I do, certainly!" replied Gatewood with emphasis.
"Because," continued the Tracer of Lost Persons, "I see little chance for him to do otherwise if I take up this case.

Fate itself, in the shape of a young lady, is already on the way here in a railroad train." "Good! Good!" exclaimed Gatewood.

"Don't let him escape, Mr.Keen! I beg of you to take up his case! I urge you most seriously to do so.

Mr.
Kerns is now exactly what I was a year ago--an utterly useless member of the community--a typical bachelor who lives at his clubs, shirking the duties of a decent citizen." "_Ex_actly," said the Tracer.