XI
MEMORY
Memory, wandering back over the great highway of the years, paused by the wayside to gather some of the flowers that embroidered the road. While Memory so bent himself, there confronted him suddenly a young woman, and Memory saw there were tears in her eyes. "Who are you?" asked Memory, for though about the young woman there was something vaguely he knew, he could not recall her.
Through her tears the young woman looked at him and said, "Of all of us you knew, me alone you have forgotten and do not remember. I am the woman who truly loved you."
XII
MAXIM
The young man, sitting at the feet of a philosopher, noticed a cynic smile tugging at the silence of the philosopher's lips.
"I was thinking," observed with an alas presently the philosopher, "that one is always a woman's second lover."