A man in love is the weariest and most futile thing in all this weary, futile world.

What shall I do with your body what time your soul is at Lavedan?
I doubt me you are in haste to get you there.

So go, Marcel.

Get you wed, and live out your amorous intoxication; marriage is the best antidote.

When that is done, return to me." "That will be never, Sire," I answered slyly.
"Say you so, Master Cupid Bardelys ?" And he combed his beard reflectively.