“Ido，“Ireplied。“Yes，Ido。“
“Good！“
Thebellofthemonasterystrucktwohastybeats——thenbecamesilent，sothatonlythesadechoofitsvoiceremainedreverberatingoverthecemetery。Oncemoremyinterlocutordrewouthiscigarette-case，silentlyofferedittomyself，andlightedandpuffedindustriouslyatanothercigarette。Ashedidsohishands，assmallandbrownastheclawsofabird，shookalittle，andhishead，bentdown，lookedlikeanEasteregginplush。
Stillsmoking，helookedmeintheeyeswithaself-diffidentfrown，andmuttered:
“Onlythroughthelabourofmandoestheearthattaindevelopment。Andonlybyfamiliarisinghimselfwith，andremembering，thepastcanmanobtainsupportinhisworkonearth。“