In a sense it was all very easy, all very wonderful, yet sometimes dejection came.

Then his head drooped upon his folded arms, he doubted himself and his work, he told himself that he was living in a fool's Paradise--a fool's Paradise indeed! One afternoon there came a timid knock at his door.

He turned in his chair a little impatiently.

Then his pen slipped from his fingers.

His left hand gripped the side of the table, his right hand the arm of his chair.