Jim agreed, and they set out.

The two men wandered through the trees in the dusk, till they came to a bank on the farther edge of the wood.

There they sat down.
And there Lilly said what he had to say.

"As a matter of fact," he said, "it's nothing but love and self-sacrifice which makes you feel yourself losing life." "You're wrong.

Only love brings it back--and wine.