"No, you made up your mind to try. I always go further. I willed to win, if not one day, then the next."
"And you always do?"
"Yes, I always do."
Sprague laughed uneasily.
"Do you mean to say that you have gained everything that you have set your mind upon?" he asked curiously.
"Not yet, but I shall. Some games are long, they take time. But there is always a to-morrow to the man who wills."
"Is that a part of your Eastern philosophy?"
"If you will. Eastern or Western, it does not matter—human nature is always the same."
"But human nature has its limitations. Life is not very long, after all."
"I do not know your English literature well, Signore Sprague; but I have read your Browning. He had the greatest brain of the nineteenth century, I think. His mixture of Eastern blood may account for it. He said 'Leave "now" to dogs and apes, man has for ever.' That is always true. There is no death, or if there is, man always rises again."