He looked into her woe-begone countenance, and began to shake with laughter.
"Well, well, this is the other side of the shield."
Val was disconcerted at his mirth.
"I'm glad to see you so cheerful about it," she said. "I think it's simply tragic."
"You observe that even such optimism as yours has its dark side too."
"Dark? Yes, coal-black, but never dull." She spoke with great solemnity. "No matter what comes, it can't help being frantically interesting."
"How can you be sure of that? You may be—"
He stopped.
"How can I be sure? Why, just because, don't you see, it will be happening to me. That makes it quite new—makes it tremendous." She studied the dark enigmatic face, and her radiance paled a trifle. "You said so yourself the other night."
"I said so?"