This is the quiescent, flowering love of a mature woman.

It is the very flower of a woman's love: sexually asking nothing, asking nothing of the beloved, save that he shall be himself, and that for his living he shall accept the gift of her love.

This is the perfect flower of married love, which a husband should put in his cap as he goes forward into the future in his supreme activity.

For the husband, it is a great pledge, and a blossom.

For the son also it seems wonderful.