Love comes afterwards.
John.
A long time afterwards, for it has not come yet.
Lionnette.
The most beautiful creature in the world could not give more than she has. I have given all I had to give. Is it love? Is it not love? I know not. I have no line of comparison, never having given to any one but you.
(She hesitates a moment before continuing.)
John.
You were going to say something else.
Lionnette.