that way; witness the way in which she preserved that Agra plan from all the other papers of her father. But love is an emotional thing, and whatever is emotional is opposed to that true cold reason which I place above all things. I should never marry myself, lest I bias my judgment.'
'I trust,' said I, laughing, 'that my judgment may survive the ordeal. But you look weary.'
'Yes, the reaction is already upon me, I shall be as limp as a rag for a week.'
'Strange,' said I, 'how terms of what in another man I should call laziness alternate with your fits of splendid energy and vigour.'
'Yes,' he answered, 'there are in me the makings of a very fine loafer, and also of a pretty spry sort of a fellow. I often think of those lines of old Goethe:
'Schade dass die Natur nur einen Mensch aus dir schuf,
Denn zum würdigen Mann war und zum Scbelmen der Stoff.'
