she said.

‘Pray God, in this world, no,’ he answered.

‘But there’s only this world,’ she objected.

He spread out his hands with a gesture of indifference.

‘Meanwhile, then, we’ll avoid having things of our own,’ he said.

‘But you’ve just bought a chair,’ she said.

‘I can tell the man I don’t want it,’ he replied.

She pondered again. Then a queer little movement twitched her face.

‘No,’ she said, ‘we don’t want it. I’m sick of old things.’