"We are in the same boat." "Still, one must think." "And you are the one.

Do you know, Marian"-- he pauses, and then goes on deliberately--"I have been thinking, too, and I have come to the conclusion that when one truly loves, one never calculates." "Not even for the one beloved ?" "For no one!" "Is love, then, only selfishness incarnate ?" "I cannot answer that.

It is a great mixture; but, whatever it is, it rules the world, or should rule it.

It rules _me_.

You tell me--you are for ever telling me--that marriage with you, who are penniless, would be my ruin, and yet I would marry you.