“And then again, David, where the heart is concerned, young women are naturally in advance of young men.”
“God knows. He made them both. I don't.”
“Why, all the world knows it. And then, besides, I am five years older than you.
“So mother says; but I don't know how to believe it. No one would say so to look at you.”
“I'll tell you, David. Folk that have small features look a deal younger than their years; and you know poor father used to say my face was the pattern of a flat-iron. So nobody gives me my age; but I am five good years older than you, only you needn't go and tell the town crier.”
“Well, Eve?”
“Well, then, put all these together, and now, why not come to me for friendly advice and the voice of reason?”
“Reason! reason! there are other lights besides reason.”
“Jack-o'-lantern, eh? and Will-o'-the-wisp.”
“Eve, nobody can advise me that can't feel for me. Nobody can feel for me that doesn't know my pain; and you don't know that, because you were never in love.”