The whole world amuses itself here." "But not you," she replied quickly.

"I know you better than that, my dear Henry.

There is nothing here or in this atmosphere which could possibly attract you for long.

There is no work for you to do--work, the very breath of your body; work, the one thing you live for and were made for; work, you man of sawdust and red tape." "Am I as bad as all that ?" he asked quietly.
She fingered her pearls for a moment.
"Perhaps I haven't the right to complain," she acknowledged.

"I have gone my own way always.