Clementine had cause to be amused, for the reproach has something laughable in it; but how is it that one does not feel inclined to smile in reading the Latin—‘Si quis mihi parvulus aula luderet AEneas?’. The reason must be sought for in the grave and dignified nature of the Latin tongue.
We did not finish our reading till day-break.
“What a night!” exclaimed Clementine, with a sigh.
“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.”