I suppose you are nearly thirty!" "Nearly thirty-five." "I congratulate you, Herr Eynhardt, I should have taken you for at least five years less But whether thirty or thirty-four, it would be culpable to have reached that age without having been in love.

For you surely are not--a disciple of Abelard." At this point-blank question Wilhelm reddened and cast down his eyes like the boy he really was in some respects.

She observed his embarrassment, not without secret amusement.
"But seriously," she went on, "your little bit of love is the best there is about you men.

No, it is the only good thing, the only thing that makes your bluntness, your selfishness, your want of sentiment bearable." "Yes, so the women say.

They see nothing in the whole world or in life but love.