Why it is there, and over the final
cause of things in general, I don't trouble myself; there must be one, but
what is it to me? If I howl to all eternity I shall never get hold of it;
and if I did I might be no better off. But you Germans are born with an
aptitude for borrowing; you can't help yourselves. You must sniff after
reasons, just as that dog must after a mole. He knows perfectly well he
will never catch it, but he's under the imperative necessity of digging for
it."
"But he might find it."
"Might!--but he never has and never will. Life is too short to run after
mights; we must have certainties."
She tucked the box under her arm and was about to walk on, when Gregory
Rose, with shining spurs, an ostrich feather in his hat, and a silver-
headed whip, careered past. He bowed gallantly as he went by. They waited
till the dust of the horse's hoofs had laid itself.
"There," said Lyndall, "goes a true woman--one born for the sphere that
some women have to fill without being born for it. How happy he would be
sewing frills into his little girl's frocks, and how pretty he would look
sitting in a parlour, with a rough man making love to him! Don't you think
so?"
"I shall not stay here when he is master," Waldo answered, not able to
connect any kind of beauty with Gregory Rose.
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