"And also, well, riding in the Park every
morning. But I never do anything interesting. I simply drift."
"That's so much simpler and more satisfactory than threshing and splashing
about as I do. It seems so fussy and foolish and futile. I wish--that is,
sometimes I wish--that I had learned to amuse myself in some less violent
and exhausting way."
"Marian--I say, Marian," called Mrs. Sidney. "Has Teddy come down?"
Miss Trevor coloured slightly as she answered: "No, he comes a week
Wednesday. He's still hunting."
"Hunting," Howard repeated when Mrs. Sidney was again busy with the others.
"Now there is a kind of work that never bothers a man's brains or sets him
to worrying. I wish I knew how to amuse myself in some such way."
"You should go about more."
"Go--where?"
"To see people."
"But I do see a great many people. I'm always seeing them--all day long."
"Yes--but that is in a serious way. I mean go where you will be amused--to
dinners for instance."
"I don't dare. I can't work at work and also work at play. I must work at
one or the other all the time. I can do nothing without a definite object.
I can't be just a little interested in anything or anybody. With me it is
no interest at all or else absorption until interest is exhausted.
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