My lover shall be only two years older than myself.

Uncle Anton must be twenty years older than you, Nina." "Not more than ten--or twelve at the most." "He is too old to laugh and dance." "Not at all, dear; but he thinks of other things." "I should like a lover to think of the things that I think about.

It is all very well being steady when you have got babies of your own; but that should be after ever so long.

I should like to keep my lover as a lover for two years.

And all that time he should like to dance with me, and to hear music, and to go about just where I would like to go." "And what then, Ruth ?" "Then?
Why, then I suppose I should marry him, and become stupid like the rest.