“That is just the one thing I never would part with. Without it I should be no match for you.”
“Tell me one thing right here. Do you fancy yourself something more than mere woman? I mean did those old wiseacres in the East convince you that you were a soul reincarnated for a purpose, even before they taught you too much of their psychic lore? I don’t know whether I like the idea or not. Living with a reincarnated immortal soul several hundred million years old, developed that much beyond ordinary women, might not be all that a mortal man desires. How in creation could I ever live up to you?”
“Don’t look so far ahead. Do I look like anything but a very mortal woman at the present moment?”
“You look so adorable that if there were a little more smoke in this room I should kiss you. But—you little devil!—you have chosen the most public place in Munich to tell me all this, and you waited until you got out of England, where I did have a chance to see you alone —”
“Of course. Love-making would spoil it all. Nothing can ever be as enchanting as just being in love and asking for no more.”
“Can’t it? Well, you can have your little comedy here, and I’ll take matters in my own hands when we get back. You’ve got things all your own way now—hang it! hang it!”
“Can’t you, too, feel young and irresponsible? You really would be happy, and make me happy. And it would be something to remember!”
“I feel more like going out and getting drunk. However—have your own way. I’ll play up —”
“No, feel.”
“No doubt I shall. Your utter youth was contagious enough this morning. I’ve got some will myself. But say it again— Is it possible that you really love me?”