"Tell me, my friend, what ails the child?
Is she sick ?" "The child is well, Lala." "Her mind wandered this morning.

She failed to perceive a simple method which I tried to teach her.

I feared she might be ill." "She is not ill, my friend, but I think her mind is troubled." "She is a woman.

We are men.

There is nothing in the world that is able to trouble the mind of the philosopher." "Nothing," said Mr.Emblem manfully, as if he, too, was a disciple.
"Nothing; is there now ?" The stoutness of the assertion was sensibly impaired by the question.
"Not poverty, which is a shadow; nor pain, which passes; nor the loss of woman's love, which is a gain; nor fall from greatness--nothing.
Nevertheless," his eyes did look anxious in spite of his philosophy, "this trouble of the child--will it soon be over ?" "I hope this evening," said Mr.Emblem.