The lines from the corners of his mouth seemed graven into his face.
"Felix," he said slowly, "I am sometimes conscious of the fact that I am passing into that period of life which we call old age.

My ambitions are dead, my energies are weakened.

For many years I have toiled--the time has come for rest.

Of all the great passions which I have felt there remains but one--Lucille.

Life without her is worth nothing to me.