If a woman ceases to love her husband, she is going to miss too much in life if she's afraid to love anybody else....

I suppose I have been afraid." "It's rather a wholesome sort of fear," he said.
"Wholesome as breakfast-food.

I hate it.

Besides, the fear doesn't exist any more," shaking her head.

"Like the pretty girls in a very popular and profoundly philosophical entertainment, I've simply got to love somebody"-- she smiled at him--"and I'd prefer to fall honestly and disgracefully in love with you--if you'd give me the opportunity." There was a pause.