But that is neither your fault nor mine.

We have found that we love each other too much--that our intercourse hinders our usefulness--and so we must part.

Not for ever, my dear; only until you have cares and business of your own to fill up your life and prevent you from wasting mine." "I believe you are mad," she said petulantly.

"The world is mad nowadays, and is galloping to the deuce as fast as greed can goad it.

I merely stand out of the rush, not liking its destination.