He does not know what it is to care enough." "Mademoiselle, there may be truth in what you say, and again there may not.

We have the name, I know, of being cold lovers, but at least we are faithful." She held up her hand with a little grimace.
"Oh, how I do hate that word!" she exclaimed.

"Who is there, indeed, who wishes that you would be faithful?
How much we poor women do suffer from that! Why can you never understand that a woman would be cared for very, very much, with all the strength and all the passion you can conceive, but let it not last for too long.

It gets weary.

It gets stale.