"And myself!"
"A foolish being and gloomy!" says she. "One that loveth to be woeful and having nought to grieve him for the moment must needs seek somewhat! So will I to bed ere he find it!"
"Look now," quoth I, as she rose, "in losing the world you do lose everything--."
"And you also, Martin."
"Nay," says I, "in losing the world of yesterday I may find more than ever I possessed!"
"Meaning you are content, Martin?"
"Is anyone ever content in this world?"
"Well--I--might be!" says she slowly. "But you--I do fear you will never know true content, it is not in you, I think."
And off she goes to bed leaving me very full of thought. Howbeit the moon being very bright (though on the wane) I stayed there until I had finished her hairpin, of the which I give here a cut, viz.:-(Sketch of a hairpin.)