It was still the same smile; she was not radiant to-day and pensive to-morrow.

"Do you know I don't like to hear that ?" I began.
"Oh, there's irony in it, and pathos, and that sort of thing," she said, with the remotest chill of mockery in her intonation.

"He goes into it clean-handed enough and he only half likes it.

But he sees that it's his last chance.

It's not that he's worn out--but he feels that his time has come--unless he does something.