Pull yourself together, Mannering, for Heaven's sake.

Yours is the _faineant_ spirit of the decadent, masquerading in the garb of a sham primitivism.

Were you born into the world, do you think, to loiter through life an idle worshipper at the altar of beauty?
Who are you to dare to skulk in the quiet places, whilst the battle of life is fought by others ?" Another lark had risen almost from their feet, and, circling its way upwards, was breaking into song.

And below, the full spring tide was filling the pools and creeks with the softly flowing, glimmering sea-water.

The fishing boats, high and dry an hour ago, were passing now seaward along the silvery way.