I have every comfort, every luxury; they want me to be gay and enjoy myself, to lead their life; but it only makes me miserable; they do not understand me; they see I do not think with them, and then they laugh at me and call me morbid.

No one really wants me but poor Jill: I am so fond of Jill.' 'Why cannot you lead their life, Ursula ?' 'Because it is not life at all,' was my resolute answer: 'to me it is the most wearisome existence possible.

Listen to me, Uncle Max.

Do you think I could possibly spend my days as Sara does,--writing a few notes, doing a little fancy-work, shopping and paying visits, and dancing half the night?
Do you think you could transform such a poor little Cinderella into a fairy princess, like Sara or Lesbia?
No; the drudgery of such a life would kill me with _ennui_ and discontent.' 'It is not the life I would choose for you, certainly,' he said, pulling his beard in some perplexity: 'it is far too worldly to suit my taste; if Charlie had lived you would have made your home with him.

He often talked to me about that, poor fellow.