"That is no reason. Love does not take count of such things."
"Ah, Sylvia! What has love to do with grey hairs?"
"If there is love, they are better than gold."
"Sylvia, do you know what madness you are putting into my head?"
"I cannot know unless you tell me."
Sylvia's eyes were raised to his with a flash of the old audacity.
"Perhaps I dare not tell you."
"Ah, do!"
"If I were a young man and you would do it, you might turn this work-a-day earth to Paradise for me."