In two years I promise you that we shall be able to marry and be at least comfortable, and there is no reason why I should not make a fortune quite equal to what my father has lost.' He spoke with the perfect confidence of a gifted and sanguine man, sure of his own powers, and his words pleased her.

Perhaps what had attracted her most in him from the beginning had been his enthusiasm and healthy faith in the world, which had contrasted brilliantly with her father's pessimism and bigoted political necrolatry, if I may coin a word from the Greek to express an old-fashioned Roman's blind worship of the dead past.
Angela was pleased, as any woman would have been, but she protested against what she knew to be a sacrifice.
'No,' she said decidedly, 'you must not give up the army and your career for the sake of making money, even for me.

Do no officers marry on their pay?
I am sure that many do, and manage very well indeed.

You told me not long ago that you were expecting promotion from day to day; and in any case I could not marry you within a year, at the least.' 'If I do not begin working at once, that will be just a year lost,' objected Giovanni.
'A year! Will that make much difference ?' 'Why not ten, then?
As if a year would not be a century long, while I am waiting for you--as if it were not already half a lifetime since last month, when we told each other the truth! Wait?
Yes, if I must; for ever, as you said awhile ago, if there is no other way.

But if it can be helped, then not an hour, not a minute! Why should we let happiness pass us by and not take it when we may and can?
There is not enough in the world, as it is; and you cannot even pretend that you are generous if you do not take your share, since what fate means for you is useless for any one else! No, dear, no! We will take the fruit there is on the tree, and leave none to rot on the branch after we are gone.