a fellow-creature at all. It seems odd to me."

"It is odd," he admitted, frankly. "I will try to explain it to
you but it will sound very bald, and I do not think that you will
understand. I watched you a few nights ago out on the roof at
Blenheim House. You were looking across the house-tops and you
didn't seem to be seeing anything at all really, and yet all the
time I knew that you were seeing things I couldn't, you were
understanding and appreciating something which I knew nothing of,
and it worried me. I tried to talk to you that evening, but you
were rude."

"You really are a curious person," she remarked. "Are you always
worried, then, if you find that some one else is seeing things or
understanding things which are outside your comprehension?"

"Always," he replied promptly.

"You are too far-reaching," she affirmed. "You want to gather
everything into your life. You cannot. You will only be unhappy
if you try. No man can do it. You must learn your limitations
or suffer all your days."

"Limitations!" He repeated the words with measureless scorn. "If
I learn them at all," he declared, with unexpected force, "it
will be with scars and bruises, for nothing else will content
me."

"We are, I should say, almost the same age," she remarked slowly.