"And I've oceans to say! Things that can't by any possibility be written."
"Fire away then. There's no time like the present."
"We shall be interrupted in two minutes. It's always the way! Why do things always go contrary, I wonder? At least, they do with me. If I could only come and live with you, Rob!—now!"
"That is to be your future life—is it?"
"Why, you know! Haven't we always said so? And whenever I am miserable, I always comfort myself by looking forward to a home with you."
"What are you miserable about?"
"All sorts of things. Some days everything goes wrong and I can't get on with people. It's not my fault. They don't understand me."
"I wonder whether you understand them?" murmured Rob.
"And there's nothing in life that's worth doing. Nothing in my life, I mean."
"Or rather—you have not found it yet."