is to get to work on your painting. How long since you've done anything?"
"Well, not since we—not since Christabel—we I've been too busy living, Gobby. And now that I'll have the time, what's the use?"
"Make her sorry."
"I wouldn't do anything in the world to cause her pain."
"All the same, I do think you ought to get back to your painting. Sublimate your emotion, man!"
"It's easy to talk, but you haven't lost everything that makes life worth while," Elliott answered, mournfully, his eyes fixed on the gigantic slice of chocolate cake crumbling beneath his fork.
"I'd rather have your memories than most people's realizations."
"Yes, nothing can take those from me. Somehow I knew this would happen. I knew it was all too perfect to come true. What had I to offer a wonderful girl like Christabel? And
