"How many worlds one lives in as the day goes by with the different people one cares for--one beyond the other, concentric, ringing from the heart! Yours comprises all the others; it lies the farthest out--and alas! at present, the closest in," she added irresistibly to the asking of his eyes.
"But," she hurried on, taking high ground to remedy her indiscretion, "I look forward to the time when this--other feeling of ours will become just an idea, as it is now just an emotion, at which we should try to smile.

It is the attitude of the gods." "And therefore not becoming to men.

Why should we, not being gods.
borrow their attitude ?" said Finlay.
"I could never kill it," she put her work in her lap to say, "by any sudden act of violence.

It would seem a kind of suicide.

While it rules it is like one's life--absolute.