"No--Beatrice did not answer immediately.

I said much more--far more than I can remember.

How can you ask me to repeat word for word the unpremeditated outpourings of a happy passion?
The flood has swept by, leaving deep traces--but who can remember where the eddies and rapids were ?" "You are very poetical, caro mio.

Your language delights me--it is the language of the heart.

Pray give me one of those little cigarettes you smoke.