I glanced at Nina, my wife.

It was enough! Her beauty dazzled and overcame me.

The melting languor of her large limpid eyes stole into my veins--I forgot all but her.

I was in that high delirium of passion in which love, and love only, seems the keynote of creation.

I touched the topmost peak of the height of joy--the days were feasts of fairy-land, the nights dreams of rapture! No; I never tired! My wife's beauty never palled upon me; she grew fairer with each day of possession.