'She has the great gift of what people so mistakingly call _common_ sense.' 'And she'd recommend me, perhaps, not to quarrel with my father, and to go and break the stones.' 'Were you ever in love, Cousin Dick ?' asked she, in a tone every accent of which betokened earnestness and even gravity.
'Perhaps I might say never.

I have spooned or flirted or whatever the name of it might be, but I was never seriously attached to one girl, and unable to think of anything but her.

But what has your question to do with this ?' 'Everything.

If you really loved a girl--that is, if she filled every corner of your heart, if she was first in every plan and project of your life, not alone her wishes and her likings, but her very words and the sound of her voice--if you saw her in everything that was beautiful, and heard her in every tone that delighted you--if to be moving in the air she breathed was ecstasy, and that heaven itself without her was cheerless--if--' 'Oh, don't go on, Nina.

None of these ecstasies could ever be mine.