“But they too loved in the beginning!”
She shook her head.
“That they never could have done. Love is eternal. If it fades or dies, then it never was love. Then it was sin.”
“But those poor creatures! How are they to tell between the true love and the false?”
She stamped her foot, and a quiver of passion shook her frame.
“We are not talking about them. We are talking about ourselves! Do you doubt your love or mine?”
“I cannot,” he answered. “Berenice!”
“Yes!”
“Did you ever tell—your husband that you loved him?”