And why one should be required ALWAYS to feel it, any more than one always feels sorrow or distant joy, I cannot conceive.

Love isn't a desideratum--it is an emotion you feel or you don't feel, according to circumstance.' 'Then why do you care about people at all ?' she asked, 'if you don't believe in love?
Why do you bother about humanity ?' 'Why do I?
Because I can't get away from it.' 'Because you love it,' she persisted.
It irritated him.
'If I do love it,' he said, 'it is my disease.' 'But it is a disease you don't want to be cured of,' she said, with some cold sneering.
He was silent now, feeling she wanted to insult him.
'And if you don't believe in love, what DO you believe in ?' she asked mocking.

'Simply in the end of the world, and grass ?' He was beginning to feel a fool.
'I believe in the unseen hosts,' he said.
'And nothing else?
You believe in nothing visible, except grass and birds?
Your world is a poor show.' 'Perhaps it is,' he said, cool and superior now he was offended, assuming a certain insufferable aloof superiority, and withdrawing into his distance.
Ursula disliked him.

But also she felt she had lost something.

She looked at him as he sat crouched on the bank.