A man who could have done things but who placed no value on the doing, and who, all the time, in his innermost heart, is regretting that he has not done them; who has secretly laughed at the rewards for doing, and yet, still more secretly, has yearned for the rewards and for the joy of doing." "I don't read him that way," she said.

"And for that matter, I don't see just what you mean." "It is only a vague feeling on my part," Martin temporized.

"I have no reason for it.

It is only a feeling, and most likely it is wrong.

You certainly should know him better than I." From the evening at Ruth's Martin brought away with him strange confusions and conflicting feelings.