"
"Well, that's not saying much; but let us lay
them and their capacities aside. The fact remains
that you, with such gifts as you possess, might do
more important work and fill a more responsible
post than at present."
"I am quite satisfied with my position. The
work I am doing is not of very much value, perhaps,
but we all do what we can."
"Signora Bolla, you and I have gone too far to
play at compliments and modest denials now.
Tell me honestly, do you recognize that you are
using up your brain on work which persons inferior
to you could do as well?"
"Since you press me for an answer--yes, to
some extent."
"Then why do you let that go on?"
No answer.
"Why do you let it go on?"
"Because--I can't help it."
"Why?"
She looked up reproachfully. "That is unkind
--it's not fair to press me so."
"But all the same you are going to tell me why."
"If you must have it, then--because my life has
been smashed into pieces, and I have not the
energy to start anything REAL, now.
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