"Your hand is feverish, Arthur." "Thank you, Father--I am as well as usual." "Depression of spirits, perhaps ?" Father Benwell persisted.
Penrose admitted it with a passing smile.

"My spirits are never very lively," he said.
Father Benwell shook his head in gentle disapproval of a depressed state of spirits in a young man.

"This must be corrected," he remarked.
"Cultivate cheerfulness, Arthur.

I am myself, thank God, a naturally cheerful man.

My mind reflects, in some degree (and reflects gratefully), the brightness and beauty which are part of the great scheme of creation.