V.—I? I don't know.
P.—Can't you recall some year that seemed happy to you?
V.—Upon my word, no, sir.
P.—Yet life is a good thing, isn't it?
V.—Oh, yes indeed!
P.—You would be willing to live these twenty years all over again, and even all the years since you were born?
F.—I should say so, my dear sir. And would to God that were possible!
P.—Even if this life were to be exactly the same that you lived before,—no more no less,—with the same pleasures and the same sorrows?
F.—Oh, that! Indeed no!
P.—Then what sort of life would you wish?