“No, no! It is all gone!” sobbed the boy.

“Nonsense. You are merely nervous. But that is just why we must part. There is no room in one house for two nervous people.”

“I was not such a nervous wreck before I met you.”

“Am I to blame for it — for your morbid fancies, your extravagance, the slow tread of a nervous disease, perhaps?”

“Who can tell? But I am all confused. I don’t know what I am saying. Everything is so puzzling — life, friendship, you. I fancied you cared for my career, and now you end our friendship without a thought!”

“We must all follow the law of our being.”