Your love for me is new and young.

Time, which wears away all things, will wear away the first fervor of that love." "Never! never!" He drew back from me a little further still.
"Look at the world around you," he said.

"The happiest husbands and wives have their occasional misunderstandings and disagreements; the brightest married life has its passing clouds.

When those days come for _us,_ the doubts and fears that you don't feel now will find their way to you then.

When the clouds rise in _our_ married life--when I say my first harsh word, when you make your first hasty reply--then, in the solitude of your own room, in the stillness of the wakeful night, you will think of my first wife's miserable death.