"By that rule then, I＇ve not been frivolous."
"Have you never made plans?"
"Yes, I made one years ago, and I＇m acting on it today."
"It must have been a very pleasant one," Isabel permitted herself to observe.
"It was very simple. It was to be as quiet as possible."
"As quiet?" the girl repeated.
"Not to worry—not to strive nor struggle. To resign myself. To be content with little." He spoke these sentences slowly, with short pauses between, and his intelligent regard was fixed on his visitor＇s with the conscious air of a man who has brought himself to confess something.