"It sometimes seems," said the sculptor, "as if thoughts evaporated like water."
"Why not, under favorable conditions?"
"But where do they go? Surely they cannot perish utterly?"
"Yes, that is the question. Or, rather, it is not a question. Nothing is ever lost in the spiritual universe."
"But what," inquired Ernest, "is the particular reason for your reflection?"
"It is this," the sculptor replied; "I had a striking motive and lost it."
"Do you remember," he continued, speaking to Reginald, "the Narcissus I was working on the last time when you called at my studio?"
"Yes; it was a striking thing and impressed me very much, though I cannot recall it at the moment."
"Well, it was a commission. An eccentric young millionaire had offered me eight thousand dollars for it. I had an absolutely original conception. But I cannot execute it. It's as if a breeze had carried it away."
"That is very regrettable."