"I did not know that life was so wonderful."
"I thought it was," she murmured, as she nestled to his heart, "because Spring was always so sweet, and now I need never mind the Winter."
"All the years I did not know you, my Phyllida, were wasted years."
"Amor!"
"Phyllida!"
"How I shall always love you."
"Always?"
"To the end."
"Once," she said with a sigh, "I longed to grow old, and now I would like to be always young."
"Ah! Phyllida, my Phyllida, don't speak of age. I've wasted so much of my life."