When you have once heard it, life is never the same again.

Then, if you do not find friends, you will know what misery is." They were both silent for a few minutes.

A car passed them unnoticed.
Then she looked at him curiously.
"For a lawyer," she remarked, "you are a very imaginative person." He laughed.
"Ah, well, I was talking just then of how I felt in those days.

I was a boy then, you know.

I dare say I could go back now to my old rooms and live there without a thrill." She shook her head.
"What one has once felt," she murmured, "comes back always." "Sometimes only the echo," he answered, "and that is weariness." They walked for a little way in silence.