"Yes, it was Evelyn who suggested that to me," he said. "His idea, I think, was that somehow and somewhere the balance is struck, that if one is overloaded with joy, some compensating pain has got to be put in before one is complete. It may come in a moment, so I conjecture, or one may have to suffer the agony of months and years, but of this I am sure, that the balance is in favour of joy. If I have to suffer, my suffering will be quite certainly less than the joy I have had. If the sorrows of death come upon me, they will weigh--I am certain of this--less than the ecstasies of life that have been mine. But, dear God, I have a long bill to settle." The mention of Evelyn had roused black blood again. "He too will have a bill to pay," said Philip. Merivale took this quite impersonally. "Yes, Evelyn is extraordinarily happy," he said. "I have scarcely ever known him otherwise. If he is right about me, he will have to be right about himself. Poor chap! What a good thing it is that neither you nor I have to be his judges, or have to apportion to him the dose of misery which will suit him. How could one tell when a man has had enough to make him whole, complete?" He got up quickly and looked out into the night. "Ah, we have all got to be made perfect," he cried. "I take it that no man in his senses can have any doubt of that. The thing which is you, that essential, vital flame, has got now or at some future time to burn its best. I have to do the same; we shall all be strung up to perfection either through joy, or, perhaps, if we are approaching it from the other side, through some blinding pain. We all have to attempt to approach perfection to the best of our abilities. Our abilities may make a mistake; very likely they do. But I, when I attempt to approach the best of me through the pleasant ways of joy and simplicity, I would not go back one step to save myself from the pangs that may follow. I am very likely blind, but, as far as I know, I do my best. Perhaps--who knows, since my life has been an extraordinarily useless one, as the world counts 'use,' the world may be right, and I shall have to embark on a career of work in an office. But I don't think that is likely." Again he paused a moment, taking a deep breath of the night air into his lungs. Then he turned round.