Only colors and lights and glows pulsed there, warm as the day and warm as his love.

He bent over her.

She was speaking.
"When did you love me ?" she whispered.
"From the first, the very first, the first moment I laid eye on you.

I was mad for love of you then, and in all the time that has passed since then I have only grown the madder.

I am maddest, now, dear.