“If it's a caprice to be begotten—and a caprice to be born—and a caprice to die—then that was a caprice, for it was the same.”
“Like birth or death? I don't follow.”
“It happened to me: as birth happened to me once—and death will happen. It was a sort of death, too: or a sort of birth. But as undeniable as either. And without any more grounds.”
The old, tremulous man, and the young man were watching one another.
“A natural event,” said Sir William.
“A natural event,” said Aaron.
“Not that you loved any other woman?”
“God save me from it.”
“You just left off loving?”
“Not even that. I went away.”