Nameless, unknown to me as you were, I couldn't forget your voice." "For how long ?" "Oh--ever so long.

Days and days." "Days and days! ONLY days and days?
Oh, the heart of a man! Days and days!" "But, my dear madam, I had not known you more than a day or two.

It was not a full-blown love--it was the merest bud--red, fresh, vivid, but small.

It was a colossal passion in posse, a giant in embryo.

It never matured." "So much the better, perhaps." "Perhaps.