"Always."
"It is the same old thing. I wonder how it is to be loved thus. Very nice, no doubt."
"And has no one ever loved you, mademoiselle?" he asked.
"Non!"
"You astonish me! And the world is so full of lovers, too."
"I mean no man."
"Are you sure?"
"Very sure, monsieur. Could one be loved like that and not know it?"
"That is what I ask myself every day." He said this to himself rather than to his wondering companion.
"Why, monsieur!——"