“Is it true that you are so mortally bored?”
“You know it, it seems,” she replied indifferently, far away.
“Once you told me that you found the strength to live in yourself, and only in yourself. Those were your words, I think. I didn’t understand them very well, but I remember them.”
“Yes, I said them once,” she murmured thoughtfully. “And it was true then; but now it is no longer true.”
“Why?”
“I have nothing more within me,” she replied desolately.
But she seemed to say it to herself more than to him.
“Try to interest yourself in something outside yourself,” he suggested insinuatingly and quietly, hiding the intense interest which agitated him.
“I have tried various things; and I haven’t succeeded in binding myself to anybody or anything.”
“How is that?”