"Isn't that enough? That's all I want."
"But life is not all fun."
"No?" She raised her eyes again.
"Life is serious," he said. "The greatest joy is serious; the greatest happiness comes to the heart when the heart is solemn."
"Oh, I don't think so. I cry when I'm serious."
"There is joy in a tear."
"Not in mine."
He did not hear the front door open. For him all the world had come in. He did not hear a step at the door. Bodney came in. Florence left off playing and turned about on the stool. Bradley arose and shook hands with him, said that he was glad to meet him, and lied. He would not at that moment have been glad to see the glory promised to the faithful. But he lied, as we all of us are compelled to lie, for to lie at times is the necessary martyrdom of the conscience. Bodney's face was bright and his laugh was gay. "You are as merry as a serenade," said Florence.
"As happy as a lark," he replied. The love-making was spoiled. Bradley said that it was time to take his leave. Bodney followed him to the door, and beneath the hall light handed him a bank note, apologizing for not having sooner returned the loan of ten dollars.
"But you have given me twenty," said Bradley.