Love, as I take it, is a voluntary thing.

It pleased him to love her--he would not have done it if it did not please him; probably his love was an inconvenient thing domestically--if he had no tact." "Of that," I said, "neither you nor I can know with any certainty.

But, to be scriptural, she reaped where she had not sowed, and gathered where she had not strawed.

If she did not make the man love her,--I believe she did, as I believe you would, perhaps unconsciously, do,--she used his love, and was therefore better able to make all other men admire her.

She was richer in personal power for that experience; but she was not grateful for it nor for his devotion." "You mean, in fact, that I--for you make the personal application--shall be better able henceforth to win men's love, because--ah, surely, Dr.
Marmion, you do not dignify this impulse, this foolishness of yours, by the name of love!" She smiled a little satirically at the fingers I had kissed.
I was humiliated, and annoyed with her and with myself, though, down in my mind, I knew that she was right.