'Unquestionably! You would not like it so well if it were not.'
'That is possible. The question remains'—
'What question?'
'Whether Life is not worth more than a bit of trimming.'
'Life!' echoed the young lady a little scornfully. 'An hour now and then is not Life.'
'It is the stuff of which Life is made.'
'What is Life good for?'
'That is precisely the weightiest question that can occupy the mind of a philosopher!'
'Are you a philosopher, Mr. Dallas!'
'In so far as a philosopher means a lover of knowledge. A philosopher who has attained unto knowledge, I am not;—that sort of knowledge.'