In the winding brick walks of the Square children were at play with the squirrels and pigeons; and old men, with gnarled hands and patient hopeless faces, sat warming themselves in the sunshine on the benches.

"Life!" she thought.

"That's life.

You can't get away from it." Then one of the old men broke into a cackle of cheerful laughter, and she added: "After all nobody is ever pathetic to himself." "I believe I'll go in," she said, turning to Gershom.

"I want to take off my hat." He laughed.