"There are many ways of making love. Sorrowful phrases are the most entertaining, perhaps."
"You make me think you have loved too much."
"Yes, it would be difficult to kiss you. I would become sad with memory of other kisses. Because you are young—as I was then."
"Was it long ago?"
"Things that end are always long ago."
"Then it was only yesterday."
"Yes, yesterday," he laughed, pleased with the ironic sound of his voice. "And what is longer ago than yesterday?"
She had risen and stood before him, an almost boyish figure with her fists clenched.
"I have something else I am in love with," she whispered. "I am in love with——"
"The wonderful revolution, I know."