"You're drunk with joy.

The room is not brightly lit.
Sit down and tell me all about it." "'Twas underneath the catalpa tree.

We quarrelled--" "As usual." "Page had been there, reading aloud,--reading Eloisa to Abelard." "Oh!" "We quarrelled.

I said good-bye forever, and walked away.

She came after me over the grass.