Confess now--you fell in love in Berlin." Norgate stifled a sudden desire to confide in his companion.
"At my age!" he exclaimed.
"It is true that it is not a susceptible age," Mrs.Benedek admitted.
"You are in what I call your mid-youth.

Mid-youth, as a rule, is an age of cynicism.

As you grow older, you will appreciate more the luxury of emotion.

But tell me, was it the little Baroness who fascinated you?
She is a great beauty, is she not ?" "I took her out to dinner," Norgate observed.

"Therefore I suppose it was my duty to be in love with her." "Fancy sharing the same sofa," she laughed, "with a rival of princes! Do you know that the Baroness is a friend of mine?
She comes sometimes to London." "I am much more interested in your love affair," he protested.
"And I find far more interest in your future," she insisted.