It is all the same," declares she, impartially.

"I shall be enjoying myself, I shall be _seeing_ things.
You--" doubtfully, and mindful of his last speech--"Haven't you seen him ?" "Not for a long time, I regret to say.

I--I'm always so busy," says the professor apologetically.
"_Always_ studying ?" questions she.
"For the most part," returns the professor, an odd sensation growing within him that he is feeling ashamed of himself.
"'All work and no play,'" begins Perpetua, and stops, and shakes her charming head at him.

"_You_ will be a dull boy if you don't take care," says she.
A ghost of a little smile warms her sad lips as she says this, and lights up her shining eyes like a ray of sunlight.

Then it fades, and she grows sorrowful again.
"Well, _I_ can't study," says she.
"Why not ?" demands the professor quickly.