A sort of dissatisfaction has been creeping over me, perhaps for a long while, I being unconscious of it.

At length I became conscious.

I found that I was weary of being so free from the impulse to sin--to sin, I mean, in definite, active ways, as young men sin.

It seemed to me that I was missing a great deal, missing the delight sin is said to give to natures, or at least missing the invigorating necessity you have just mentioned, the necessity to fight, to wage war against impulses." "I understand." "And one night I expressed this feeling to Julian." "To Addison ?" the doctor said, an expression of keen interest sliding into his face.

"I should much like to know how he received it." "He said, of course, that such a dissatisfaction was rather monstrous." "Was that all ?" "No.