Arthur Stringer

“ But, after all, my world's as real as yours. You think I'm only posing when I tell you that the flowers talk to me in the language of perfumes, and that I can learn things from the sound of water and the robins and the wind. ”

“ You're forever trying to turn all the beautiful mysteries of nature into bald and sordid facts. Facts—I hate them! You probe and analyze and dissect, but you've never once surrendered yourself to one great current of feeling, and let it carry you away, softly, happily——”
“Oh, I say!” The young professor of anthropology was looking about him, visibly alarmed, when his eyes chanced to rest upon a small red ant crawling across the hem of her skirt. ”

“ But he had walked with science for twelve long years, and it had taught him discretion. He had the good luck to keep silence.
“But when two people are practically engaged?” said Sybil, returning to the attack.
“I am not and never was engaged to Anne!” declared the professor, with unexpected acerbity. He had been going to add, “And never will be!” ”