There was only the sun, and as against it the shade.
That made up life at Heart's Desire.

It was a million miles away to any other sort of world; and that world, in so far as it had reference to a past, was a subject not mentioned among the men of Heart's Desire.
Yet this morning there seemed to be something upon Dan Andersen's mind, as he edged a little farther along into the shade, and felt in his pocket for a match.
"No, you wouldn't think; just to look at me, my friend," said he, "you wouldn't think, without runnin' side lines, and takin' elevations for dips, spurs, and angles, that I had ever been anything but a barrister; now, would you?
Attorney and Counsellor-at-law, all hours of the day and night: that bill of specifications is engraved on my brow, ain't it?
You like enough couldn't believe that I was ever anything else--several things else, could you ?" His speech still failed of interest, except as it afforded additional proof of the manner in which Yale, Harvard, Princeton, and the like disappeared from the speech of all men at Heart's Desire.

Dan Anderson sat down in the shade, his long legs stretched out in front of him.
"My boy," said he, "you can gaze at me if you ain't too tired.

As a matter of fact, in this pernicious age of specialization I stand out as the one glitterin' example of success in more than one line.

Why, once I was a success as a journalist--for a few moments." There was now a certain softness and innocence in his voice, which had portent, although I did not at that time suspect that he really had anything of consequence upon his soul.