"Do you think that I complain?
Do you fancy for a moment that I grumble at the decree of God, or that I rail against it as unjust ?" "You are a woman." "I am a woman, and therefore you know I will one day be ready to lose my soul for you, Bertie, my love.

Oh, my dear, dear love, you say you want me ?" "Oh, my God!" He had sprung to his feet and was pacing the room before her.
"You say that you want me.

Oh, my love, my love, do you fancy for a moment that your longing for me is anything to be compared to my longing for you ?" "My beloved, my beloved!" His arms were about her.

His lips were upon hers.

She kissed him as he kissed her.
Then she turned her head away so that his kisses fell upon her cheek instead of her mouth.