Larkington. No, nothing has happened, and you have nothing to do with my indigo fit."
"Something has—"
Gladys again interrupted her interlocutor. "No, nothing has! I am simply tired of myself. There is the difficulty. You know something of the ways of people; have you ever before known a person in my position, with plenty to eat and drink, good clothes to wear, kind friends, and perfect health, who was perfectly weary of herself? It is not life that I am bored with, but myself. I am so tired of my own face that I cannot bear to look in the glass; as to my inner self, it is the most tiresome, utterly uninteresting thing to me in the wide world."
"I cannot understand your state of mind, Miss Gladys,—I beg pardon, I forgot,—Miss Carleton. Is it not Newport that you are bored with? Why not try some other place for a change?"
"Why? I cannot leave myself behind, no
