"Jack, at any rate, is happy," said I, "and Eva. You and I, Crasweller have had our little troubles to imbitter the evenings of our life."
"You are yet in the full daylight."
"My ambition has been disappointed. I cannot conceal the fact from myself,—nor from you. It has come to pass that during the last year or two we have lived with different hopes. And these hopes have been founded altogether on the position which you might occupy."
"I should have gone mad up in that college, Neverbend."
"I would have been with you."
"I should have gone mad all the same. I should have committed suicide."
"To save yourself from an honourable—deposition!"
"The fixed day, coming at a certain known hour; the feeling that it must come, though it came at the same time so slowly and yet so fast; every day growing shorter day by day, and every season month by month; the sight of these chimneys—"
"That was a mistake, Crasweller; that was a mistake. The cremation should have been elsewhere."
"A man should have been an angel to endure it,—or so much less than a man. I struggled,—for your sake. Who else would have struggled as I did to oblige a friend in such a matter?"