And because I owe it to you, I shall remember you with gratitude as long as I remember anything at all." "That's a mistake," said Eve.

"You owe the enjoyment, whatever it is, to your money, not to me." "You prefer to look at it in that way.

Be it so.

I had a delightful month in Paris, but I was driven back to England by loneliness.

Now, if _you_ had been there! If I could have seen you each evening for an hour or two, had dinner with you at the restaurant, talked with you about what I had seen in the day--but that would have been perfection, and I have never hoped for more than moderate, average pleasure--such as ordinary well-to-do men take as their right." "What did you do in Paris ?" "Saw things I have longed to see any time the last fifteen years or so.
Learned to talk a little French.