“But you lose so much when you cut yourself off from the world,” said Corydon. “And there are other people, whom you might help.” “People don’t need my help; or at least, they don’t want it.” “But how can you know that--if you never go among them?” “I can judge by the lives they live.” “Ah!” exclaimed Corydon, quickly, “but people aren’t to blame for the lives they live!” “Why not?” he asked. “Because--they can’t help them. They are bound fast.” “They should break loose.” “That is easy for you to say,” said Corydon. “You have no ties.” “I did have them--I might have them still. But I broke them.” “Ah, but you are a man!” “What difference does that make?” “It makes all the difference in the world. You can earn money, you can go away by yourself. But suppose you were a girl--shut up in a home, and told that that was your ‘sphere’?” “I’d fight,” said Thyrsis--“I’d break my way out somehow, never fear. If one doesn’t break out, it simply means that his desire is not strong enough.” Thyrsis had been surprised at the depth of Corydon’s interest in his manuscript; he had not supposed that she would be so susceptible to anything of the imagination. And now he was surprised to see that her hands were clenched tightly, and that she sat staring ahead of her intently. “Are you dissatisfied with your life?” he asked. “Is there anything in it that I could be satisfied with?” she cried. “I had no idea of that,” he said. “No,” she replied; “that only shows how stupid you can be!” “But--you never showed any signs--” “Didn’t you know that I was trying to prepare for college last year?” “Yes; but you gave it up.” “What could I do? I had no help--no encouragement. I was groping like a blind person. And I told you about it.” “But I told you what to study,” objected Thyrsis. “Yes,” said the girl; “but how could I do it? You know how to study--you’ve been taught. But I don’t know anything, and I don’t know how to find anything out. I began on the Latin, but I didn’t even know how the words should be pronounced.” “Nobody else knows that,” observed Thyrsis, somewhat inconsequently. “It was all so dull and dreary,” she went on--“everything they would have had me learn. I wanted things that had life in them, things that were beautiful and worth while--like this book of yours, for instance.” “I am really delighted that you like it,” said Thyrsis, touched by that. “Tell me the rest of it,” she said. Section 3. Thyrsis told his story at some length; in the ardor of her sympathy his imagination took fire, and he told it eloquently, he discovered new beauties in it that he had not seen before. And Corydon listened with growing delight and amazement. “So that is the way you spend your time!” she exclaimed. “That is the way,” he said. “And that is why you live like a hermit!” “Yes, that is why.” “And you think that you would lose your vision if you went among people?” “I know that I should.” “But how do you know?”