It isn't easy to explain how I feel--but I've no confidence in myself--" "_You_! No confidence?
How absurd!" "It's true," he said a little sullenly.
"You are having a spasm of progressive development," she said, calmly.
"You take it as a child takes teething--with a squirm and a mental howl instead of a physical yell." He laughed.

"I suppose it's something of that sort.

But there's more--a self-distrust amounting to self-disgust at moments....

Stephanie, I _want_ to do something good--" "You have--dozens of times." "People say so.

The world forgets what is really good--" he made a nervous gesture--"always before us poor twentieth-century men looms the goal guarded by the vast, austere, menacing phantoms of the Masters." [Illustration: "'I know it is _you_.