We've got no money and we never shall have any money.

We shall just turn round in the mill every day of our lives until we drop and die, worn out, as most people do, when one comes to think of it." Joan looked at him, opened her lips as if to speak, and closed them again.

Then she said, very tentatively: "Aren't you happy, Ralph ?" "No.

Are you?
Perhaps I'm as happy as most people, though.

God knows whether I'm happy or not.