"Perhaps I oughtn't to call it my element—the groove I have got into—my 'walk of life,' so to speak."
"Yes?"
"I'll tell you about it some day—if I ever get the chance. I can't here."
"I should like to know. And I can guess a little. You don't spend life wholly in getting pleasure for yourself—you help others."
"What makes you think that?"
"I am sure of it."
"Thank you."
Elizabeth blushed, and could not think of a remark to make, though she tried hard.
"Just at present," he went on, "I am on pleasure bent entirely. I am taking several months' holiday—doing nothing but amusing myself."
"A holiday implies work."