"Even if I did, I couldn't be sorrier than I am."
"Oh, but existence is more than joy and sorrow."
"You said just now that it was more than life. I suppose you mean that it's love."
"I should say that it's more than love."
"Why, what can it be?"
I smiled apologetically.
"Mightn't it be—right?"
She studied me with an air of angelic sweetness.
"Oh no, I could never believe that."
And she went more resolutely toward the door.