"You admitted, I think, that there was much to be said for my view."
"Did I? Well, so there is. But the same conviction may be reached by very different paths. If we agreed in that one result, I fancy it was the sole and singular point of concord."
Miriam inquired diffidently:
"Do you still think of most things just as you did then?"
"Of most things, yes."
"You have found no firmer hope in which to work?"
"Hope? I am not sure that I understand you."
He looked her in the face, and she said hurriedly:
"Are you still as far as ever from satisfying yourself? Does your work bring you nothing but a comparative satisfaction?"
"I am conscious of having progressed an inch or two on the way of infinity," Mallard replied. "That brings me no nearer to an end."