“Of course you see a doctor occasionally?”
“Three times a week, and if he would only let me escape from an evil and troublesome world——”
“Hush! It's not right to talk like that, my son. Whatever happens, it is our duty to live, you know.”
“I've lost all there was to live for, and besides——”
“Then there is nothing you wish for?” said the Bishop.
“Nothing but death,” said Paul, and lifting the crucifix he carried it to his lips.
“Thank God we are born to die!” said the Bishop, and they stepped back to the corridor and closed the door.
“This next cell,” said the Father, “is occupied by such a one as you were thinking of—one who was born to possess the world and to achieve its sounding triumphs, but——”
“Has he given it up entirely?”
“Entirely.”