"Do you mean there's nothing in it, or have you burned out your heart with those fool women of London and Paris ?" Swiftly his brother-in-law turned to him.

"No, Tom, but I almost wish to God I had.

No, I won't say that; rather do I thank God that I know now what it is to love a woman.

I am not going to lie to you any longer, old chap.

To love a sweet, pure woman, sweet and pure as the flowers out there, to love her with every bit of my heart, with every fibre of my soul, that is the finest thing that can come to a man.