“It has been one of great pleasure to me, has it not to you?”
“I have enjoyed it because you have.”
“And if you had been reading by yourself?”
“It would have still been a pleasure, but a much smaller one. I love your intellect to distraction, Clementine, but tell me, do you think it possible to love the intellect without loving that which contains it?”
“No, for without the body the spirit would vanish away.”
“I conclude from that that I am deeply in love with you, and that I cannot pass six or seven hours in your company without longing to kiss you.”
“Certainly, but we resist these desires because we have duties to perform, which would rise up against us if we left them undone.”
“True again, but if your disposition at all resembles mine this constraint must be very painful to you.”
“Perhaps I feel it as much as you do, but it is my belief that it is only hard to withstand temptation at first. By degrees one gets accustomed to loving without running any risk and without effort. Our senses, at first so sharp set, end by becoming blunted, and when this is the case we may spend hours and days in safety, untroubled by desire.”
“I have my doubts as far as I am concerned, but we shall see. Good night, fair Hebe.”