"You COULD be--otherwise ?" "Oh, how can I talk," she asked, "of otherwise?
It ISN'T, luckily for me, otherwise.

If everything were different"-- she further presented her thought--"of course everything WOULD be." And then again, as if that were but half: "My idea is this, that when you only love a little you're naturally not jealous--or are only jealous also a little, so that it doesn't matter.

But when you love in a deeper and intenser way, then you are, in the same proportion, jealous; your jealousy has intensity and, no doubt, ferocity.

When, however, you love in the most abysmal and unutterable way of all--why then you're beyond everything, and nothing can pull you down." Mr.Verver listened as if he had nothing, on these high lines, to oppose.

"And that's the way YOU love ?" For a minute she failed to speak, but at last she answered: "It wasn't to talk about that.