One needs wealth and one needs love, and one needs them while one is young, while one can enjoy." "It is true," Von Behrling admitted,--"quite true." "If one is not careful," she continued, "one lets the years slip by.
They can never come again.

If one does not live while one is young, there is no other chance." Von Behrling assented with renewed gloom.

He was twenty-five years old, and his income barely paid for his uniforms.

Of late, this fact had materially interfered with his enjoyments.
"It is strange," he said, "that you should talk like this.

You have the world at your feet, Mademoiselle.