"No, you are not happy because you are hampered by conventionalities. You never were in an omnibus, I suppose?"
"No, never."
"When you wish to go out you ring the bell, and your carriage is brought round. If you go to the theatre a spacious loge is in readiness for you. You go into society—you are received with smiles. Do you know that a life like that would be my death?"
"Why do you talk thus to-day?" asked Esperance.
"I can't tell you why. The words come of themselves, but they express my feelings precisely. You millionaires know nothing of life. You are like a drop of oil in a pitcher of water—you do not mingle with the rest of humanity, and you are bored!"
Esperance was annoyed that his mood had been so readily divined.
"But you have not told me what sacrifice you desired of me."
"I did not say sacrifice—I said service."
"Well, whichever it may be, I am ready."