I don't wonder, however, that you confounded the Great Secret with the Three Words.
I LOVE YOU is all the secret that many, nay, most women have to tell.
When that is said, they are like China-crackers on the morning of the fifth of July.

And just as that little patriotic implement is made with a slender train which leads to the magazine in its interior, so a sharp eye can almost always see the train leading from a young girl's eye or lip to the "I love you" in her heart.

But the Three Words are not the Great Secret I mean.

No, women's faces are only one of the tablets on which that is written in its partial, fragmentary symbols.

It lies deeper than Love, though very probably Love is a part of it.