"Well, Martin?"
"Instead of the which you have this island!"
"An earthly paradise!" says she.
"And myself!"
"A foolish being and gloomy!" says she. "One that loveth to be woeful and having nought to grieve him for the moment must needs seek somewhat! So will I to bed ere he find it!"
"Look now," quoth I, as she rose, "in losing the world you do lose everything—."
"And you also, Martin."
"Nay," says I, "in losing the world of yesterday I may find more than ever I possessed!"
"Meaning you are content, Martin?"
"Is anyone ever content in this world?"