 With you, who come to me. Do they? Others feel like this, too. I'm afraid not. But then, we're all of us different. Which of us, I dare say, Shanrila holds a special meaning? Except, I think, for Mr. Mellington. He will never be contented here, Mr. Conway. Never. No, I suppose not. He has no idea, then, of what the lama has told him. You haven't told him. Naturally not. And you believe. You believe all that you've been told. Why not?