It might last for hours, or it might be at an end in another minute.

An interesting temperament, whichever way it ended.

He opened the dictionary.
"Love ?" he muttered grimly to himself.

"It seems I'm an object of compassion, because I know nothing about love.

Well, what does the book say about it ?" He found the word, and ran his finger down the paragraphs of explanation which followed.